On this ragid old sofa in my wooden little house, I'll grab a pencil and paper today. The paper thin and stacked haphazardly binded by a cardboard cover. The pencil's cheap and not made for stetching. But with what I have, although not fit for art, I'll create a little something. Sketch a unicorn with wings jumping to the sky. Perfectly etched with long legs and a twisted horn. Beautiful eyes and dark hooves. And I'll think to myself what a darling wonder this being would be to see. My little piece of poorly drawn art will take me back to the innocent imagination I hold so dear to my mind. And on a nothingless day like today, make-believe seems to be the most pleasent of homes. And why not go there with a pencil and paper and a unicorn sketch?
