As the masses prepare
The New World awaits,
With new smells and new sights.
A world borne of passion and desire
Bearing newfound fruits –
Fruits of labour and fruits of patience,
Of newfound gratitude,
And toil and bells
Of human perseverance.
Let’s seek to discover this New World
When it presents itself
In all its facets and devices,
In its burning glory,
In everglowing desire;
let’s seek to discover the New World
With cleansed auras.
Coffee meets ginger,
Like magnolias in the sky
An interchange of fluid,
A taste of the wild.
A peep into the senses,
A peep into the style,
Coffee meets ginger,
Like whistles blown on a freeway.
Coffee meets ginger
The beasts have arisen!
Our ties,
Our infinite, unbound ties –
Marked by our differences,
Tied by our affection.
And right below that tar pit of deep-seated, conjured-up notions
Lay that elusive thing called blue skies,
Called happiness.
Begin Again – Friendship. Love. Relationships. Music. Lost stars.
You’re an estranged music producer. Your life falls apart when your marriage doesn’t pass a trial. You’re someone who likes to write and sing songs in your bedroom. Your rockstar boyfriend leaves you.
An endearing friendship ensues.
Favourite clips:
That moment in life when you take that fall, that deadly blow to your face, just when you seemed to have it all figured out. That moment when hope runs thin and you’re desperately looking for something to hold on to. And one day, out of the blue, that something makes it sly appearance. You almost don’t notice it at first. But it’s out in the open. A slight easing of the senses, and it has your wonder. You sit up and take notice. You’re curious. You’re eager. You start imagining all the wondrous possibilities. It has the potential to be something genuinely beautiful. Feelings of elation course through you and you smile like a fool in your drunken stupor. It has completely taken over you. Your moment of salvation has arrived.
Dan: That’s what I love about music.
Greta: What?
Dan: One of the most banal scenes is suddenly invested with so much meaning! All these banalities – They’re suddenly turned into these… these beautiful, effervescent pearls. From Music.
Dan: This moment is a pearl, Greta.
Greta: It sort of is, isn’t it?
Dan: All this has been a pearl.
A Sight into My Psyche 