The Mystical Unicorn

I know I'm totally rambling right now, but "Hey guys" is like my catchphrase. It's the first think i say in every one of my videos, the first thing i type in my conversational posts, and i am starting to get sick of it, just a tiny bit. In other news, I have had a generally productive week-after-exams: March 21   my birthday. FUN! March 22   road trip. Bought 22 books!!! March 23   mom's birthday. Ate out, watched a movie.. also fun! March 24   Finished Anna Karenina, Let It Snow, started this blog March 25   Started Youtube channel (Project CCTV), found hidden books, started writing! So far, I am sort of happy with my progress.. That's it until tonight. Cheers!

It is winter in this city and winter in my heart As gusty winds of despair wail through its cracks I try, with frigid futility, to stoke the fires Of rage and passion, but my heart is frozen over No happy ember of enthusiasm Nor warm embrace of empathy Could melt the glaciers of gloom trickling slowly through my veins Chilling my bones and I drag my feet One step ahead of the last Failing miserably to get anywhere But they say the least I can do is try Try to move, try to see Beyond this fog of lethargy Before it swallows me whole And while my extremities thaw I will have melted into the mediocrity And insignificance of oblivion Rescue me o happy innocence of childhood Turn to molten chocolate the blades of ice that threaten to pierce my heart Keep me young and strong And foolish and productive Keep me going Help me fight my battle against my own inactivity Before it is too late And my life ends before it had even begun

Castles in air are made of glass Mine are plummeting to the earth Minutes away from A tragic but beautiful explosion Of light and shards of broken dreams Burning holes in the eyes Of those who chose to watch Ripping to shreds the hearts Of those who could not Punishing them for their misplaced faith In time and effort And me It is too late now I cannot prevent the descent of my dreams Nor alleviate the pain of those who care If my own heart aches far worse than I can bear The walls of ice in my heart are cracking Under pressure from a river of tears Crushed under the weight of sorrow And miserable, stupid regret No; I cannot stop my castles Constructed by hours of careful calculation From falling, but perhaps I could cushion the impact With sincerity of effort so that When my life finally comes to shambles There will be no pain – mine, or That of those so foolishly benevolent That they tried to help me

The weather is so gay This wonderful sunny day Its warmth and gentle breeze Rustling the leaves Of old, tired, dusty trees Hope and happiness Replacing the woes of winter From their dry, tired barks And our sad, weary hearts Isn't  it lovely? To have no worry To sit outside and enjoy Listening to the stories Of the Traveler’s joy

This is no time to rest To cool off you heels at dusk Or play cards with friends No, this is no time to be at ease This is that time when You must fight with your last breath Against yourself and your friends And against fatigue and lethargy This is that time when You must refuse compassion Or empathy Or offers to get out Because one hundred million others Are working all day Into the night Until daybreak Tirelessly Because one hundred million others Can not Will not Take it easy

Rome burns to the ground While we rest our able minds And agile bodies “Waiting” “Preparing,” we say For the next battle More dangerous than this one And inevitable if we go on this way Do you hear yourselves, men? Rise, my comrades And fight, today So we may rest forever more Fight today, one last time To avert a terrible war

If I have halted – Pressed down on my brakes It is because I am gathering momentum Revving my engines before I run my race Full speed Flying an inch off the ground Irreproachable Unstoppable Victorious Just you wait and watch