It starts with a story.

It starts with the pull of perhaps, the firing of a synapse,

A spark of light, a burst of color,

A new idea that drags you under.

You find yourself with a vision,

And work from there.

It starts with a scare.

It starts with the bitter taste of disappointment,

A rush of red, a beat in your head,

A new sort of pain that makes no sense.

You find yourself with a sentence.

And work on.

It starts with the dawn.

It starts with a yawn and the start of the start,

A beautiful moment, an ache of the heart,

A whole new attention for the whole and the part.

You find yourself with emotion.

And work with a smile.

From there it takes a while,

But the joy is in the journey.

It starts with a story.