The myth

I have seen it.
I guess I had come to believe it wasn’t real; that it was a myth.
I once thought I had seen it, and spent most of my life pursuing it, only to discover it was a mirage; a vapor in the wind.
But then… Just when I had become disillusioned. When I was ready to give up the dream; I saw it.
It is real, and it is beautiful.
And the remarkable thing is that I was no longer hunting it. I had practically abandoned all hope that it even existed.
Then, it found me.
Not that it was looking for me either. But find me it did. Casually. Just walked right by me.
And in an instant, it was as though the world fell away. We had found each other.
Is it real? Another mirage? A hallucination, perhaps. Or just my imagination, wanting to believe the myth.
Time will tell. Perhaps I am still looking. Perhaps it doesn’t really exist. Perhaps my eyes or my mind is playing tricks on me; perhaps I just want so deeply to believe, that I am again seeing shapes of familiar objects in the clouds when, really, they’re just clouds.
All I know is that, tonight… I saw the unicorn.

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One Response to “The myth”

  1. ccematson Says:

    Howdy, Mark! I just found your blog through a random Google search. I’ve added it to my RSS feed.

    My blog is The Unicorn Triumphant, http://colematson.com. This is from a poem I posted there a couple months ago:

    Walking through the earth
    We’re hunting the unicorn
    Of lost memory.
    [...]
    In the trees, white flesh
    Disappears into darkness.
    The hunt continues.

    Nice post. Happy New Year, man.

    -Cole

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