It has been four very insipid years devoid of fire and burn; glamour and grace — just regular ups and downs, peeling off every trophy of fascination gathered in the last decade.

While we may all be simmering at the thoughts that we may as well be at apocalyptic ends. I should do well in the coming days to bolster the thrills we once shared which are undeniably now lost.

I wwould be writing more often in the coming days, so help me God.

Sit tight while we reawaken that fire.