Struck by a certain feeling that I want to capture in words, but it wants to escape...want to hold on...to figure out what it is. Am transported to moments from my childhood--of getting attached to a tree that appears in Pinocchio and feeling so sad that it disappeared, when it wasn't even an essential part of the film--of the little things that appear to you, touch your heart, then disappear. Do you ever feel that everything matters just a tad too much...and you wish they didn't because you feel your heart breaking into a million pieces over these little things. Haven't figured out what this feeling is...was hoping writing would get closer to something: love the things you love as dearly as you can.
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