This happens every time. I have emotions and ideas that I want to say. I want to write them and make them concrete. I open this page, and I sit here. My fingers resting lightly on the keyboard, prepared to create something beautiful. I sit here as one too many thoughts rush through my head. They are fleeting. I catch only a glimpse of their contents. I want to hold just one long enough to make something out of it, but I can't. The feelings and the thoughts, they correlate. With these synapses come emotions that crash into me from every direction, just as fleeting as the thoughts that encourage them. I want to sift through these sudden bursts. I want to find one that can be made into something significant, something lasting.