unicorns
- Jan 3
- 2 min read
14/12/25
I got sick again. But I’m happy. There’s the difference, I say as I clean up my mouth. I’m sick - but I feel good. A police siren is ringing somewhere nearby. I’m listening to Mazzy Star while trying not to think about the bathroom. Tomorrow I’ll be getting up at 06:30 AM. I have a growing, very possible, fear of never waking up.
And yet?
he asks
and i know he would never
and i call my loudest
an ant is tickling my back
and yet, and with that, and even though, and in spite
and in spite I’ll be clear
and in spite i won’t touch my freezing palm
and he would never, he would never
19/12/25
Yesterday she told me there's no sea without waves, or maybe there can't be waves without a sea, I can't recall. I began to be very fond of unicorns. I really wish everything surrounding me could be as magical as in my head. I think I forgot how to paint. I used to have the ability to capture the magic in my head inside a piece of paper. But now I sit in front of that said paper, and I just want to throw my thoughts upon it. Not figuratively - I don't paint my thoughts - I just would like to imagine something, and for it to apear on my canvas, with no effort, with no time spent. I think it's very very sad.
I bought a ring in the shape of a rabbit. I really want it to arrive so I can put it on once, get so excited, and then never think of it again.
21/12/25
I sketched a lot of unicorns in my little notebook. They didn't come straight from my mind, I looked at a picture someone else made and drew inspiration. I didn't copy, at least. I'm very upset that I can't make all of my imagniation into reality. I'm procrastinating everything I've got to do just to sit in bed and draw unicorns. Sunday. Drank my coffee. Put on my old sweater. A little humming. A bit of staring. I would like to be as beautiful as - I don't know - maybe nothing is as beautiful as I want to be.
unicorns
Somewhere far away there's a unicorn crying. I know that for sure. If not - how do you explain my aching heart? I am longing for my unicorn. And I’ve been looking for him, day and night, and I’ve been calling for him, but in vain, for he is nameless, and I have no way of specifying which unicorn I am calling for. And in a sea full of unicorns I, for sure, would recognise him. I have never seen him. I wish for our eyes to cross - for my tears to fall into his. I want to touch his nose with my freezing palm, I want to feel his fur and say kind words. I want to see him, and know that I found it, I found the one reason for why I am like that.
I'm adding my playlist for this month. enjoy, and thank you for listening to my words.
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