The human unicorn

From the mist of the forest came the unicorn. Untouched by the cruelty of humans, blessed with an inexplicable beauty, it was a creature most sacred, most holy. The unicorn was not large in size, it was neither a horse nor a goat or pony. It was a creature of it’s own, snow-white, with long silver mane, deep green eyes and a soft glimmer around her. She was new to this world and therefore innocent in her ways, like a newborn child. The unicorn strayed from one forest to another until one day her destiny caught up with her.

The first and last human she ever uncounted would change her fate like no one could ever foresee. The man was a simple hunter, unspoiled by life’s many temptations. He lived alone in the depth of the forest and there were nowhere else he wished to go, as his heart belonged here. The unicorn saw the man as he was camping on a lily meadow, her curiosity drew her closer ho him and fear she did not yet know. As she came closer to where his camp lay, the man started to notice her presence. He caught small glimpses of her, just ghostly visages in the woods shadow. A strange feeling of need and longing awakened within him and as the unicorn finally showed herself he was already in love.

For him she was a creature of impossible beauty, so pure he would not dare touch her. She saw him as the most strange and interesting creature she had ever encounter. Together they formed the strangest duo the world had ever seen, but nevertheless their newfound need for each other drew them closer. The unicorn stayed by hunters side, first merely out of curiosity. But as the time passed she learned to love him, just as he loved her.

Together they shared the deepest and purest love that could be found. But despite that the unicorn grew more sad for each passing day. Being the creature she was, she never wished or wanted anything. But her newfound love gave her a feeling of being insufficient and
incomplete. As much as she loved the hunter and he loved her back, she could not make him truly happy. She was a unicorn, a creature of old magic and he was nothing more than a human.

As the pain and grief grew stronger the unicorn could not take it anymore and one day she disappeared back into the forest, slipping into the shadows from where she had come. The hunter searched for her, but could never find even a trace of her passing, as if she had been a daydream he had woken up from. He did not give up the search and travelled from one forest to another, suffering from the betrayal of his only love. The years came and went, but he could never forget the unicorn or the feelings she had awakened in him. The hunter grew old and finally he could not search anymore. He came to the lily meadow where he had met her so many years ago and there he stayed until his final day.

He knew he was dying and wished for nothing more. Half of his life he had searched for what seemed to be a half-forgotten dream, unable to forget it and driven by his feelings and determination. Now he wished to be realised from his pain and be at peace. As the sun began to set behind the trees and the shadows around him lengthened, he saw small movement on the other side of the meadow. The shadow moved toward him and he could soon discern a woman’s shape. The last sunbeams gleamed on her slender body and the wind played with her long silver hair. She came and sat at his side where he was lying on his deathbed, her deep green eyes clouded with tears. The woman touched his face and kissed him lightly on his forehead. In that last moment of his life he realised who was before him and taking his last breath he was truly happy.

There was no greater grief then the unicorns. All these years she had been away from her love in search for a magic that could make her human. She had travelled across the world, fearing nothing, thinking only about her mission and the happiness it would bring herself and her beloved one. The unicorn had found such magic and was a unicorn no more. But in her search she had forgotten about the time, of witch she had plenty, as she was immortal still. She had completed her task and could finally return to her beloved hunter, but she was too late. Nothing could bring him back to her now, just as nothing could ever turn her back to what she truly was.

In her agony she fled the hunters home, never to return again. She was a unicorn trapped in a woman’s body, she belonged no longer to the magic creatures nor to the human kind. In exile from both worlds she travelled the forests as she had done before, but nothing gave her any comfort or happiness. She wished to die but was immortal, she wished to forget but could not. Soon she loosed herself to her sadness and haunted the forests as a silver shadow, an empty shell of what she once was.

Some people cached glimpses of her ghostly presence. They claimed to have seen the most beautiful woman, with long silver hair, deep green eyes and a star mark on her forehead. These stories gave birth to many legends and people named her the human unicorn.

No one ever knew how close that was to the truth.

 

 

Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

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I am a hobbit

:D

Did you know the word "hobbit" comes from the word "Holbytla" wich means "hole-dweller" in Old-english.
I always hoped I was something more beautiful than a hobbit, but oh well... Being a hobbit is nice anyway

I miss you



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Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and

Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound

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Fifth day of living alone


( Cut for ego pictures because I don't have a life right now )
 

I am alone even thou I should not be

it is depressing

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You're always dying inside
That much closer to home
A crowded street corner
Surrounded by people, all alone.
Pain in the heart
Ran in the dark
The wind is glum and bitter
She walks around the corner
Its like she brought the sun with her
Then everything just brightened up
I couldn't make this up
My fingers in my eyes as she walked by
Like I was waking up
In so many words
I couldn't string a sentence together to bother her
I instantly forgot all my plans and started to follow her

Its like the sky opened and God handed you directly to me
I know it sounds crazy but so is life, I'm sinking
And feeling like your heart is beating solely for me

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Does that kind of thing ever happen?

 

 

If only ...



The colorful photo :P