Walking with the unicorn

In a city of water and haze I once met an unicorn. I remember the white of its mane, the light in its eyes, that quiet presence at my side.

I remember the feeling to wander around, moving in circle without a way out. There was only silence around, the music of the undertow far away. It was more difficult than expected to find the phoenix, I was there for it. It was unusual to walk along desert alley. It was like being among ghosts.

And then the light of sunset, which mad the red redder and the waterline painfully bright. I remember that light in her eyes and the contrast of colors.

It is weird, of all the time spent together I remember almost only the colors. Not the sounds, not the smells. Only colors and little details.

Sometimes I wonder if that unicorn still roam in that area. Sometimes I'd like to look for it again, but the I stop in my path to leave the past at the past and live in the present when new magical creatures cross my way. They don't give me the same peace, the same light, but maybe I too am not the same shining knight anymore.

The wedding (2)

Almost a month has passed. I wonder if anyone even realized. I was there, back to that house, with people from my past.

No, the few who knows didn't notice, the rest will never imagine. But the, back with her parents... sometimes I thought they considered my like a child to them. Or maybe there were just feeling that day was going to change their life. They are nice people, I've always liked them, and now I realized that day I was the only one at "home" but them.

So much has changed. So much I have changed. But still, the way they asked me to stay was touching and sometimes it is hard not to think to what it could have been. I left that night with my heart heavy. Nothing has changed for me. I'm still looking form what I miss