I’m Contemplating an Old School Pink Door Which is Going to My “There”
15 APRIL 2024
In the quaint corners of my mind, where thoughts swirl like mist over a morning moor, there stands an old-school pink door. It’s not just any door; it’s the keeper of my whimsies, a blush-tinted gateway dusted with the patina of yesteryear, standing proudly as if painted by the soft brush of nostalgia itself.
A Hue of Heritage
The pink of the door isn’t the screaming fuchsia of modernity but a subdued rose, the kind you’d find fading gracefully on a well-loved doll’s house. It harks back to an era where such hues were a statement of hope and cheerfulness, a silent rebellion against the drabness of post-war reality. With its peeling y hinges, this doorholds a century of secrets whispered between the gaps in its frame.
The Knob That Knows
The knob, an orb of tarnished brass, worn smooth from the hands that have turned it, feels cool under my fingertips. It’s a tactile connection to every soul who has ever pondered the possibilities of their own “There” — that mystical place beyond the confines of the expected and the mundane. Twisting it, I hear the familiar click, a soft but firm announcement that the door is ready to divulge its hidden worlds.
Swing Open to “There
As the door swings open, it reveals not just the room beyond but the expanses of my own imagination. “There” — the place I go where ideas brew like a storm over the Atlantic, where dreams are not just figments but vivid strokes painted boldly across the canvas of my mind. Here in “There,” creativity is not just nurtured; it is unleashed, a torrent of colours, words, and melodies.
A Portal to the Past and Future
This old-school pink door stands as a portal between what was and what could be. Each brush of pink paint, each squeaky hinge joint, blends memories and possibilities. It is here that I stand, a solitary figure clad in the light of fading memories and bright futures, ready to step through to a place where time bends in reverence to the muses of art and creation.
Conclusion: My Ever There
Every time I return from “There,” I bring back a piece of the universe, a fragment of the extraordinary, to weave into the fabric of my everyday life. And as I close the door, gently pressing it shut, I know it will be there, always waiting, always welcoming, when next I need to escape, to ponder, to see truly. The old school pink door, my forever passage to “There.”
This poetic exploration through an unassuming pink door serves as a metaphor for the journey into the realms of imagination and creativity, where every creator finds their “There,” their unique space of inspiration and wonder.
15TH APRIL 2024
CHO HUI CHIN :)
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