Dreams of Unicorns.....??żż

All of the wet dreams, drenched in tears, my heart could not with stand, and I knew never to know the god of small things. A simple action or a kind word, all were told to me via the actions of lost hope in the eyes of eternal youth. Run away they would say, but every attempt to grasp a certain dream, my eyes would open and awake. I looked up at the wall that was drowned in silence, after all the moments gained in my curiosity, at last I had let go of the piece of me attached to another person, it was hard, and also like the libretto of a far away sound, that I had posted a letter to. I accepted the emptiness of losing a dream, but gained something so small and soft, warm and deep in the abyss of my soul. Someone touched my most inner, deep, feelings, that I shall never forget it...