(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.
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.