(dedicated to Kelly, a beautiful compass in this world.)

The place to start is at the beginning’s end,

where everything and nothing makes sense,

make syllables synonymous with sound purpose

until everyone understands the difference

between function and reality.

For the scattered portions are truly the best dreams,

living fully while the rest of the world sits vicariously

enviously looking in and wishing they knew.

Wishing they could begin to comprehend

the moment of brilliance it takes

to start at the end.

live it.

be it,

and trust in the beauty the world gives only a few

worthy enough to find beauty in darkness,

love in hopelessness,

and the calm in the chaos.

Trust it, and throw glitter in the air

to share with those who live life

without ever stopping to start again.