So, in other words...
My fellow, lovely NFs, having been on a somewhat sensate sabbatical for a few months, I've come to realize... that there are more memories to be made than to simply be manufactured via fantasy!
Like you, I too can get perpetually lost, (and found), inside the safety of my comfortably chaotic universe of a head.
But there's a universe out there too!
Outside of you.
Other people, vacant lots begging for company, sand crabs boring holes underneath your toes in the sand, cinnamon dusted cappaccinos, conversations that begin at three in the morning.
Lovely poetry written on bathroom stalls, secrets exposed, secretly.
Tears, hugs, blue cheese drizzled with honey.
Dogs drooling on and outside your car, their tongues, their smiles!
Running on concrete with one boy slinging from your arms and the other one clinging on your back, making them laugh!!!
Sipping wine in a courtyard with a chain-smoking cancer patient.
99 cent stores!!!
Flirting with baristas, flirting with flirts, confiding in strangers with a knowing smirk.
Concerts, crowds, collecting bracelets from various vendors.
Seeing them, feeling them... firsthand.
There's a whole world out there, beckoning....