Drive Review: Drive surfaces the glimpses of grim yet holds the chords of affection in a subtle rhythm
Still from Drive We look around the vast green fields that exhibits the moral touch of versatility, with the surrounding that nourishes through, its flavour of glee that flows through our veins each passing moment. Its that ecstatic touch that drives us onto the edges of morality with the pinch of hope and trust on its surface. We are alive standing in that same field of life with the beauty that surrounds us, the air that blows through the face, touching the hair and evoking a bliss that lasts forever in our hearts. We strangle through the barriers that steps in the front gear, resisting the breath every moment but the trust, the hope and the love never perishes, it’s the immortal entity that puts forth the surreal touch onto our life. We fall, we cry, we scream, we hide but we never look down, indeed w hold the hold firmly never letting it go and thus the strong aren’t loosened, are hopes aren’t diminishing, our love stands still and drives the essence on the narrow track of grim fa