Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

It had all been a fantasy, a fever dream of sorts, the kind that lasts for a year. I had truly believed he could love me back the way I loved him.

First, the straw man, or men, of which there were many. I'd convinced myself that his little girlfriend was a side piece and not going to work out. Then that she hated me, that she would do anything to push me away. Finally, the hardest straw man to blow away in the wind was that he desired me.

Then the tin man. I became cold and heartless. I sunk down into myself, refusing to love anyone else. I chopped through people, hacking through their kindness with cruel words and impatience.

The cowardly lion burrowed under the sheets, passive aggressively throwing shade at my ex-love who didn't know that he'd broken my dreams.

The wizard knew my heart. He knew I was lost and needed to find my home. He showed me what I had all along and never lost: my center, my foundation, myself.

So, goodbye Yellow Brick Road. The adventure was real. It's time to go home.