Unicrushed

It seemed like magic.
I tried to wear it, be it, fake it — but it kept melting.
Turns out, I don't need the horn to be real.
I just need to remember: I'm not the costume. I'm the one still standing when it slips.

You chased magic.
Found pixels, sugar, and a meltdown.
Not every unicorn is born — some are just horsing around wearing a cone.
So next time you fake it till you make it,
remember: if you're melting just to fit in,
you're not becoming real.
You're disappearing.
Better to be messy and true than flawless and gone.

40x60cm