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.