I've known some unicorns throughout my life...
I'm adept at spotting them in crowds, in online profiles, everywhere.
Of course, I have to be. I'm still searching for one of my own...
I know this one, and he's quite a specimen...
I find him lovely, visually appealing, intelligent...
He likes to tease me from the furthest possible locations...
because unicorns love to play games, and they are always the winners.
I've tried to catch him, but he shuts me down without realizing it hurts.
...unicorn games...
3 plane tickets to fly out have been canceled because of his unicorn games...
There are times that all I think I want is to be with this magnificent creature.
So elusive, he dodges me everytime.
...unicorn games.
He runs. He runs with his words and with his head, but his heart is always still with me.
...unicorn games.
This elusive unicorn was put here for me to find, to adore, but to never have.
There are so many unicorns out there, be ever careful though. You can admire all the unicorns, but never forget to wait for the one meant for you.
He's always just out of touch, but will then show up after I've needed him. He's always surprising me.
...more unicorn games.
One of these days, when I can finally be with this mythical creature, this creature I've come to love, maybe I'll be capable of discerning if this unicorn is meant for me.
I'm aware of this and know that any love that I have, it might just be fascination. I'll never know for sure what this love I have for him is, unless I can confront that creature. look him in the eye, and pay attention.
I need to feel him, his energy. Be around him and really pay attention.
Because, because, because...
I need to feel him in his life, know how he lives in his world
I need to find out what it takes to capture and care for a unicorn, even love a unicorn.
I need to be in his presence,
I need to know his routines.
Because the last thing I would ever want, ever...
Is to finally capture this magnanimous, unearthly, being, and then watch it die because I cant give him what he needs.
Or even worse, watching my majestic unicorn wilt away, lose his fervor, lost his brilliance...
all because of me, because of me acting without thinking, and capturing the wrong unicorn.
See, there's a unicorn out there for everyone, you just have to pay close enough attention to the unicorn you have your eye on...
and make sure that the beautiful, mythical, creature that you have your eye on...
is actually the unicorn made to be yours.
Because choosing the wrong unicorn to capture will only end in grief when he loses his majesty, the glitter fades, and he no longer holds the transcendence he had before being captured by you, the wrong concomitant will always fail to thrive.
But when you do find your unicorn, the one meant to exist with you symbiotically, you know.
You'll both be covered in glitter from the unicorn farting, but giggling.
You'll finally know what "Happy" really feels like.
You'll always know you're where you're supposed to be, because the only place you need to be is with your unicorn.
There will be no need to capture your unicorn, because he will come willingly, you won't have to chase him.
Just like you will intuitively know your unicorn. There will be no "I think" phrases to it.
You will know, like you know yourself. It will befall you and overwhelm you.
Then you'll feel an astonishment bathe you, like a cleansing, and comforting, renewal.
Lastly, it's peace you'll feel. There with your unicorn, the one put here just for you.
If you aren't feeling this and you've captured a unicorn, you just might have to set it free.
If you aren't thriving, smiling for no reason other than the thought of your unicorn...
if you aren't thrilled to care for your unicorn, to help him out with whatever he needs, because that's what your unicorn does for you...
if you are devoid of the assurance that your unicorn should be giving you,
if you feel alone, unsupported, helpless, and you still think that unicorn was meant to be yours,
just know that you're sentencing yourself and that unicorn to a fate worse than death.
There's nothing worse than a unicorn that's mismatched and unhappy. They stay, they don't know better. You have to be the one to say, "You aren't the unicorn meant for me" and set him free. Otherwise, look out for him to express his unhappiness by biting, kicking, farting glitter and shitting rainbows.
Personally, I think the unicorn I've had my eye on, the one so far away...he can stay there because I have a feeling...
just a foreknowledge, that while he's a very striking, very opulent, and still can take my breath away, he doesn't now and will never be mine. He'll just go on being an ambiguous, allegorical, creature of my own imagination.