Wistful Fistful

Movies can never make me cry. Of course, they can touch me, they can move me.
But they can never move me to tears.

But sometimes, the silliest of things spoken in the silliest of ways can. Though, it never originally intended to poke me at certain paincell, I can go awkwardly sentimental.
Nothing like emotional frenzy, but almost contouring it.

I maybe whackoier than I think.
Much more, maybe much much more ...

A fistful of sad hope.