Gone

"I had a book once, it was a beautiful birthday book filled with images of the medieval times. At first glance, as a child you would think it was a naughty book. Filled with young women with their bosoms showned but as i grew older and into the book. It was pieces of art through the renaissance. How beautiful it was to admire the unicorns, the mystical creatures we once thought were real. Now could they be? The courageous lions that roar their might, and us mere humans in our shiny and glazing armours. Wasnt it a beautiful time then? A time when we were allowed to dream that a prince charming would come and save you from that fiery dragon who is guarding a doorless tower.Just like all wonderful story books it all comes to a beautiful end. What is my beautiful end?"-giana 1.02 am

i admired unicorns for their admiration that they got from others, a creature that roams around in pride, with that beautiful horn. now , what makes it different from a horse? it has a body of a horse, just that strange horn that shouldnt be there. We are always craving for the unknown, craving for things that are different. In this despair moment, i picture myself as the unicorn. People think im free, but something is also holding me back from wanting to be want i can be. Maybe i dont need that horn to be different. Maybe the horse needs a little push and encouragement. just like a young fawn,maybe what i need is my soul. The one that has been lost & hidden.