the in between

I wasn't going to watch it, but I thought, 'what the hell', and clicked on the link to watch the trailer for The Lovely Bones and now I'm overcome with the familiar feeling of my inside straining to go up and out to wherever the place these beautiful images are really real.



These are only fragments of what I saw and they are taken out of context...



...but even without the music, the words and in their proper place...

...they still pull my heart so hard that I can feel my chest stretching apart to let it out.

How do they do this?

How do they create these fragments that make me homesick for someplace I've never been?  That doesn't exist?

Before I fell into this I'd been telling my significant other that I had a case of the Sunday Night Blues because I couldn't think of any other way to explain what I was feeling.  He told me of how his brother, when he fell sick with the same affliction, would feel better after going out to the movies.

I don't think the same cure would work for me.