||[Nov. 6th, 2005|09:38 am]
Yesterday morning, waking up wrapped in PT's arms, I was struck by an unfamiliar feeling: perfect contentment. I felt so happy and at ease that for a moment, I prayed to be struck dead, just so that I could die in a state of perfect bliss.|
But these moments, like snapshots, although the mind can play them over and over and try to derive a certain amount of comfort from them, are fleeting. Mental pictures are not tangible, and they are easily corrupted by reality.