Beginnings

It is we, who have taken to the arts, the aesthetics, the unknown and the unexplored
We, who look at the sky for hours and smile for no reason
We, who find poetry in the flutter of a butterfly's wings or the pitter-patter of raindrops
We, who look for meanings in mundane movements
We, who  decipher the codes of the eyes and the curve of the lips
We, who take our hearts too seriously and our whims too literally,
We, who look for patterns in the dirt,
We, who find lives and loves in dusty bookshelves and silent places,
It is we, who look for connections and circles,
It is we, who look everywhere for beginnings.