photographs and memories

a Jim Croche song called Photographs and Memories takes me back to tapes in my head that are so sad when they are not shared, but bliss when they are shared... it's like remembering our dearest loved ones who've died, bittersweet, but still so sweet...

this may be part two to the last entry as it wandering from the point (there's a point to my entries?... nobody told me!)... I looked at a photograph and fell in love (yes, we've been through this before, dear readers... and I wish I had more time to go with the flow of the feeling in my mind, but time is that ever more precious commodity in this life since I've gotten poor again, so we'll just do the best we can until the more time is available)...

I was remembering how much memories mean (and how much I repress them when I am alone because unshared, memories that lead to desire to share are sad)... and I was remember how alive love inspires me to be, how passionate I can feel, and how obsessed I can become with caring about someone who shares the fall (in love)...

I have some of the best memories I could ever hope for (and hope for even better ones ahead), but the deepest desires were left unfulfilled as I wandered through this life searching for the one... the never ending quest for truth, justice, and true love... the impossible dream...

sometimes the best memories are like stingrays in puddles...

would you say no to meeting your first love again?...

ah, but that is the funny (not always funny ha ha either) thing about memories and regrets is they cut both ways...

I used to play baseball and softball in a grassy field, wild grass with a natural flat plot of dirt we'd use as an infield... and when we couldn't get enough guys together, my best friend and I would throw the ball at each other over and over again... I'd be diving all over the ground and grass as he'd challenge me to go after grounders or fly balls just out of reach... and he, wanting to play first base, would be a target for me to throw at when I caught (or caught up with) the ball... those days are some of my best memories...

"i will carve your name into the roof of my mouth so that i can trace your name with my tongue while i sleep."

~ hairplay

candora

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