Four Years Later

This will be a personal blog for other persons, the kind who wake up at 4 in the morning.
Panic is possible.
Fear is everywhere.
Nostalgia matters.
Sentimentality postpones reality.
Escapism saves.
It's important to pretend.
Pretend your way into something better.
Some people call that visualisation.
Build it and they will come, they say.
Or
Think about yourself in a dress size smaller.
Imagine buying the winning ticket.
My blood needs the fantasy. My heart requires an unexpected passion.
I want to be taken by surprise
By someone beautiful.
I will pretend it is going to happen.
Next time I will write about whether it did
or didn't
Will you know what will be real?
I promise not to take 4 years to return.