A flying unicorn



Capturing the emotion of the moment isn't too hard. The expressing bit is the conundrum.

Looking from the outside, it can be termed ludicrous, silly, stupid, pathetic....well, you get the point.

It's only through experience that it can be truly understood.  After all, to make a difference and defy the odds and cliches, one has to be unconventional - "uncool".

Is it the misconception of a passing moment,... or the commencement of a beautiful and inspiring lifelong experience?


Suddenly it all makes sense. Not to the rest of the world of course.

The anticipation of the next moment makes even the most patient soul watch the clock like a hawk stalking prey.  Experiencing the moment is like watching a well written script - too good to be true - surreal.

Like that dream you don't want to wake up from.  Like that childhood memory you want to re-live over and over again.  Like a cool summer breeze sunbathing along the Indian Ocean.....

A beautiful mind, intellectually gifted, a refreshing soul, new found belief in the elements thought to be of a bygone era...setting the unconventional yet coveted standard....


I've seen so may planets dancing, I've witnessed talking dragons and broke leprechauns, but never had I experienced a flying unicorn. It's absolutely fa-a-ntastic!

I asked how she was.....

..then she spoke of sad, lonely  nights and shed tears...my heart sank!


All along the perception was of a graphic nonchalant attitude, pain free, relief, heartless....what a misunderstanding. Oh such hypocrisy in the judgement.

I was quite taken aback I literally fell back and sank into my seat. How could I have known? Wait - how could I not have known?

Life experiences maybe? Well yes. Definitely. Bias is alive and dictates  daily decisions. The hurt and disappointed had painted a cold and lonely word. A world where the core has turned into stone - lifeless.

From the start it may not have been as clear cut, but the thin veil was transparent enough, and soon enough it was revealed. There was no way it could have stayed hidden/unknown.


So much in the too good to be true belief.

Forced to confront all the hidden emotion, I sat there with that glass of Merlot staring at me like "what now?'.

A picture is coming together behind my eyelids I'm afraid to blink, let alone close them. How will I get through the night? questions and more questions arise. For the first time in a long long time, I'm stuck.

Its not from indecision on the feeling - that's rather obvious. Its "course of action".




See, the c.o.a had been decided based on the earlier "assumption", so this new "situation" does not alter much in the desired end result, but provides another option, a different route on the c.o.a. And its the easier but harder route.


It don't make sense. Well, its easier as its the safer option and almost guarantees the end result, but harder as the "journey" has to be endured through what most have generally labelled as impossible. The up-side - it ain't a game.

The previously decided upon course of action - well the opposite really. Harder but easier. No guarantees, actually greater chance of failure, but its easier to endure the journey...and its all about "playing your cards right".

Enveloped in never ending emotion, a smile creeps upon my face. The smile that had recently disappeared in the midst of all the confusion. "I'm alive." this is what life is. The emotion, the feeling, the unknown, the unexpected, the tears, the joys and laughter, the questions, the quest for better-for the best-the rare quality.....




Its at that moment that I knew what to do. Nothing. No games, no plans, no questions....


Just embrace the beauty of the moment, and take it one day at a time...one smile at a time..:)

Impossible is nothing...even for a unicorn with a broken horn.


When sadness moves, it consumes all and demands full attention.


For whatever reason, known or unknown, the soul plunges deep into the dark abyss, the gravitational pull increasing with every descent - its no longer free fall...

A misunderstood mind, misread, misquoted, assumptions, quarrels, games, dirty games. Disrespect. Unforgivable deeds, inexplicable, shameless inflicted by a confused disillusioned mind.

I'm sorry. Forgive me. I wasn't thinking.

Breathless, not Shayne Ward type, no, more CTB type. Joe Budden OLS3. Deep, unsolicited scenarios, a struggle between mind, body and soul..then in steps the heart. Watching from a distance, far enough to not be involved, but near enough to be considered.

The healing power of community and creativity withstood the initial resentment, the "big bang". Then unfolds a saga of if's but's, maybe's...questions. Too vague and probably a result of comfort over sense. Evolution vs Revolution. Man vs machine. Good vs Evil.

Dreamland?
Lost in the abyss, scratching at the walls, an attempt at climbing up, broken dirt filled nails, T-Pain hair, dressed in rags, dry, parched lips, black knees, eyes accustomed to the darkness....Suddenly something shifts on the other side.

Staring square - the world stops!

Hands tangled, minds in sync, a new path is discovered, a ladder to the top, a way forward, progress..till the second soul reaches the light first, looks back, reaches a hand, hold tight, pulls up a few inches, its heavy, but keeps holding on,...then lets go...

Happiness dies..
Twas another dream that ended way too soon.

For whatever reason, known or unknown, the soul plunges deep into the dark abyss.....

Sade insisted Love is stronger than pride, but few are privileged enough to be in-depth and versatile to the point of appreciating messages from a bygone era but would make today easier and more bearable - better.

Impossible is nothing...even for a unicorn with a broken horn.