Prompt: Things don't exist until you imagine them. Unicorn? We all know what it looks like, with different colors, paintings, a different tail ... but they all have one thing in common. One horn on the head.
Have you ever asked yourself, what an Unicorn smells like? If it makes any noise? What does it eat? What does it drink? What does it do all day long? What does it dream about? What does it feel like touching it? Would it feel like some cloud?
I remember days as a child, hunting firebugs in the summer. I catched them and put them in a jar. I watched them for hours before releasing them again. I was fascinated by their colors and their movements. And nowadays? Where is all that magic?
Don't get me wrong. I still see it. I still feel it. Somehow I managed to keep my inner child alive all this time. But I am not sure if I can teach it to others. I am not sure if I can teach it to you. Or maybe, you would have to teach yourself? Remember? You are magic.
You are the Unicorn.
Prompt: I am a common guy from central europe. A beard, some gray hair, mid 30s, very tall, normal weight. This week I decided to tell my story. But not just a story. Not just some words. I want to share my view of the world, my thoughts, my feelings.