Of Love's Labyrinth--Prologue

The first day of that month was the entrance to an unwinding road for Dorothy,
As she lays her head beside Toto on the sun-stricken smell of hay as February came to rest.
Speaking as usual in a nonchalant manner of visions somewhere over the rainbow,
Never did she imagine that the first step was towards the Land of Oz.
Her first desire was to have the wisdom to overcome her inferiority complex that kept her thinking over the years, why she was never too good for anyone.
Compromising spirits often told her of the power of the Intellect to achieve self-actualization.
To have that enormous gift, she must let her heart be tested for any complications that virtually affect her emotions presently geared toward resentment and hate.
Her only chance to take was either to live through the pain, or rebirth.
The latter is literal, I shall warn you.
Dorothy has to surpass trials beyond her understanding and see if courage is the answer to moving on.
At the brink of desperation she met the one that seems evil lurking in the shadows of his own past who never thought he could go back but has always been looking behind.
At the crossroad of their own confusion, Dorothy and the witch discover
That change is inevitable but is never passive,
That opportunities are created but one should never close one's eyes to ask for more unless he/she can create another,
That the path is never perfect but it should not justify the mediocrity one is trying to avoid but which others are trying to accept,
That age can never be linked to greatness,
That no wizard can ever grant the wish of love to those who have come to realize it beforehand,
That all in the same, identities can be uncertain.

And that is how the story begins on the first day of this month,
When love was just celebrated yesterday, and the grass begins to wither if not for the drop of water, trickling down the gutter of the barn.

Alas, it is time for Dorothy to rest.