Broken Unicorn
Unlike most of the stories I started I am gonna finish the one I have started penning down here and perhaps this will mark the beginning of my journeys with an ( not so melancholic) end. I have always been fond of closures but only if It’s a story that has your name on the cover page not mine.
If I look back now I have left all the journeys mid way.. From my first love to first loss, my self exploration at my therapist’s to the process self rejection.. Every time.. Every single time. What is it that holds me back? The people in it, the attachment formed or is it Just my sensation seeking self that silently crawls back to the pain that still smells of blood and flesh?
I think I found the answer tonight while writing this piece.. It’s the slightest hope of getting everything back right if I ever choose to return.
Are we all not waiting for that pinch of magic dust that can make everything seem just right? Just as that unicorn whispered in your ears in your favourite dream or the bleeding nightmares it showed you a glimpse of?
Unfinished journeys keep that hope alive for as long as you want, just like those dewdrops in the misty weather of my Favourite Dooars at the break of dawn…Come tomorrow, we’ll drizzle again, make love to me, leave no corner of me untouched .
