fool

I am a hollow man, with no heart to pump my septic blood. The chill of stagnation moves through me like frost, and the touch of warmth gives me a cold shoulder. Empty as I am, I still try. Empty as I wish, I still cry.

I am The Tin Man traveling with strangers, we stumbled through the yellow bricks and I carry the hope that one day I will see The Wizard of Oz and wish for my heart. A heart that will beat, a heart that will feel and a heart that will make sense. A heart that will show me the entirety of the other side I’m missing, the other side that I reject.

I was never taught the heart, few have tried and I’ve learned only small. But one day, with the culminations of their teaching. I will, find my heart.