These words haunt me lately as I stab around in my head for answers. I am the tinman searching for my heart thinking someone has stolen it… but alas, it has been with me here the entire time. I was just not listening.
Now, between the sine waves of noise I can see glimpses of it… I am sneaking ever so slowly up on it and when I grab hold I promise never to let go. Shhhhhh…. don’t tell. I’m onto it. The everyday coincidences are leading me inside, showing me the way to my own personal labyrinth. As I walk the maze a calm settles over, the goose bumps fade and the beating of my pulse slows.
There is a small bead of light just around the corner, right now I can feel its warmth and a sweet song off in the distance. The smell of fresh sweet bread is filling my soul as I edge closer and closer to my home.
I am finally ready to take the plunge. Just sit there and watch me.
