I want ...

[impressive]

... a way to capture those moments in which I feel truly alive.

I want a way to replay them -- in all their sensory detail -- when I feel dejected, trapped, isolated.

I want a way to preserve the passion in order to medicate the melancholy.

I want a way to have what I cannot have without hurting anyone.

*sigh*

Sorry -- just venting. One of those days.

(Maybe I just want to be a Galapagos turtle.)

 

[TheWriter]

It's called life. No wait, that's what it's called when you feel down.

Memory, that's it. I know it's not a perfect answer, but sometimes memory makes the bad times seem better in retrospect.

Now when they can make it so you can re-experience memories, that'll be cool.

 

[minsue]

 

[impressive]

THANK YOU!

 

[mismused]

Just Monday, I hope



mismused

 

[impressive]

Re: Just Monday, I hope

mismused

Gods, I hope so.

 

[impressive]

Now when they can make it so you can re-experience memories, that'll be cool.

Yup! That's what I want.

 

[Guest]

 

[impressive]

Re: Re: I want ...

I know JUST what you mean.

That is a comfort.

A toast -- to those moments that make the rest bearable.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Re: Re: Re: I want ...

That is a comfort.

A toast -- to those moments that make the rest bearable.

raising a glass............. Cheers, to absent friends, fond memories and seeing the world again in color.

 

[impressive]

Re: Re: Re: Re: I want ...

... and seeing the world again in color.

Amen to that!

 

[Honey123]

I want:

to be able to hug everyone one of you here on Lit who are hurting.

to be able to say words that would help explain everything that you just don't understand.

to be able to kiss away the tears.

to be able to see the smile that brightens your face, your eyes.

I want to send my love, my hugs, my support -

 

[impressive]

I want:

to be able to hug everyone one of you here on Lit who are hurting.

Geez, that made me cry. Thank you, Honey!

 

[Honey123]

Geez, that made me cry. Thank you, Honey!

Really..it's true. I would give anything to do that ~ all of you have become a very special part of my life.

 

[impressive]

Really..it's true.

Which is precisely why it made me cry.

 

[Guest]

Impr, write about it.

I understand what you say, and it really is why some of us write (or paint or compose music, etc.) I harbor some memories close by, others I leave to chance for rediscovery. Passion can't be preserved, only recalled. I wouldn't want it otherwise.

I count on those special moments ahead, so do not want to capture them. When they come I try to be as aware as possible. I savor them thoroughly, even get intoxicated on them, but in the end I always let them go (otherwise no more will come). That is life. Give and take, give and take...

take care, Perdita

 

[Edward Teach]

... a way to capture those moments in which I feel truly alive.

I want a way to replay them -- in all their sensory detail -- when I feel dejected, trapped, isolated.

I want a way to preserve the passion in order to medicate the melancholy.

I want a way to have what I cannot have without hurting anyone.

*sigh*

Sorry -- just venting. One of those days.

(Maybe I just want to be a Galapagos turtle.)

What about writing just a few words about being a Galapagos turtle. Or maybe a Red Footed Boobie. Or maybe the best sex you ever had. Might work.



Ed

 

[Guest]

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: I want ...

Impr, write about it.

I understand what you say, and it really is why some of us write (or paint or compose music, etc.) I harbor some memories close by, others I leave to chance for rediscovery. Passion can't be preserved, only recalled. I wouldn't want it otherwise.

I count on those special moments ahead, so do not want to capture them. When they come I try to be as aware as possible. I savor them thoroughly, even get intoxicated on them, but in the end I always let them go (otherwise no more will come). That is life. Give and take, give and take...

take care, Perdita

Wonderful.

I'm gonna have all that tattooed on my belly.

Those special moments are few and far between, but thank goodness we get them.

Lou

 

[impressive]

Re: Re: I want ...

Impr, write about it.

I will -- eventually.

It's not a matter of living in the past, really. It's the desire for the next moment -- the next time -- the next color snapshot in a predominantly black & white album -- to arrive sooner rather than later.

And it's not a matter of "making" the next time come to pass. Some life situations -- obligations, commitments -- just don't allow for it. (Hence the desire for a memory balm.)

Thanks

 

[cloudy]

Re: Re: I want ...

Impr, write about it.

I understand what you say, and it really is why some of us write (or paint or compose music, etc.) I harbor some memories close by, others I leave to chance for rediscovery. Passion can't be preserved, only recalled. I wouldn't want it otherwise.

I count on those special moments ahead, so do not want to capture them. When they come I try to be as aware as possible. I savor them thoroughly, even get intoxicated on them, but in the end I always let them go (otherwise no more will come). That is life. Give and take, give and take...

take care, Perdita

I love this!

Thanks, Perdita.

 

[impressive]

Re: Re: I want ...

What about writing just a few words about being a Galapagos turtle. Or maybe a Red Footed Boobie. Or maybe the best sex you ever had.

Or the best sex I ever had with a Red Footed Boobie?

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: I want ...

What about writing just a few words about... the best sex you ever had.

Ed

I do that for a pass time. And the writing about it.

Lou - definitely feeling perked up

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: I want ...

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Re: Re: I want ...

Impr, write about it.

I understand what you say, and it really is why some of us write (or paint or compose music, etc.) I harbor some memories close by, others I leave to chance for rediscovery. Passion can't be preserved, only recalled. I wouldn't want it otherwise.

I count on those special moments ahead, so do not want to capture them. When they come I try to be as aware as possible. I savor them thoroughly, even get intoxicated on them, but in the end I always let them go (otherwise no more will come). That is life. Give and take, give and take...

take care, Perdita

that's not only beautiful, It makes me want some General Foods International Coffee.....sigh.