Unicorn

You listened but couldn’t see how beautiful it was. I don’t want to think too much. Flow feels like air in my mind. I’m a bird, lately. I wonder if it’s okay to just be. I’m bored with the sting of reality. I write and you perceive and that’s enough. It is. The high will always wear off. I’d like to think it will be fine. It’s not real but I want to believe in the divine. It’s about the feeling. Focus on the feeling. Melt into it. I was gone for so long I forgot how it feels to be home.