It was sunrise, I saw the dawn of my days in time. I was engulfed in the rays of timeless joy. Oh Boy! What a sight of the effulgent light. Bring on the storm, throw in some thunder. Deep down under, I will still be warm and giving. Oh Dear! What a sight, it’s such a kaleidoscopic night. The stars are aligned, to tell a story to unwind the souls of the angels. Here’s to the journey, of the unknown, together or alone, this baby won’t sink, into the heart of the ocean. Life is precious and here I am, singing, dancing, and loving it with all my heart. Menacing, yet meandering, the depths, I find the way, and it finds beauty. Through your lens, I see the hand that’s steering me to destiny. I see the sea understands, the struggle of a broken heart, I can now clearly see the seagulls, singing to the beat of my pulse. It’s the land, of spirits, of surreal souls, I see it all. I see land.
Seasons turn, yet their rhythm never falters. The rains arrive when they must, the sun blazes in its time, and winter winds whisper their quiet chill. So too with this blog—its name carries a deliberate flaw, a gentle reminder that mistakes are part of us, often unnoticed, sometimes beautiful. Let this one be the sweetest slip of all: where Ameet becomes a myth, and myths find their faith. That's "Ameethyst"—born of imperfection, yet gleaming all the more for it.