beginnings

Confined inside white walls is our laughter, sweet, reverberating overture. The fragile hopes of tomorrow pleasantly tickling our hearts, such as a song played at the right time that would undeniably remain carved in memories of you and me. That is how this tale started, but of course, some would say there is more to it than its beginning. Entrapped in arms of gentleness as if it might shatter if deserted stays a cat. Eyes like wells threaten to evocate fragments belonging to a far-away reverie. It used to be more fragile than cotton candy, torn easily apart, its body the size of a tiny child’s hand. When death comes to claim this old fellow, don’t recall the beginning. Caught on camera are kaleidoscopes of reflected dreams on stained glass. Victorious faces become a thousand masks speaking of success, failure and their infinite potential to overcome even the most rowdy storms on land or sea. Intricate webs, an entire whodunit relates multiple processes followed, but none tells the beginning. Overlooked first step, faded opening act, beginnings decipher what follows. No end makes sense without an existent start and results won’t come if initial attempts are dismissed with a vehement frown. Why neglect beginnings just for the sake of evading pain, embarrassment? Irrelevant as it may be, tattered or forgotten, the beginning won’t change, but, by choosing it we do.