... sometimes you feel so empty after have read that book , watched that movie or  having spent that time with some one .

All the time you had waited for it to happen !
the process of it unfolding like magic , like that delicate bud unfurling on a prickly rose bush, page after page , scene after scene , moment after moment , the way it held you , enriched your memories, it touched some where deep inside you and changed you in a way ... forever .

you know inside , it can never feel the same again . Even if the exact moment ever returned , it will never feel like the first time and yet we keep zipping through life under the sun and bright dizzy night lights to find more of what it once tasted like .

sometimes with that feeling of emptiness , the void of something precious lost..
 and sometimes content, placated and complete ...we go on.. living.. adding in abundance, the memories, to the compendium of life .