Excerpts I'll Never Tell

Somewhere I Belong

There is nothing I miss more than the sting of the wind kissing your cheeks in the dead of Winter. That encumbering warmth that fills and fills because of the ice cold creeping it's way up your nervous system to the point that your body has no choice but to warm itself.

I love Autumn for it's reflection of colors, it openly exposing itself for the world to see. Brave and bold. It falls to color the world to remove the grayness of it all.

I love the end of Summer when it's so hot that your cheeks turn red the minute you step outside. Sweat already building on your palms. When that split chance of wind blows and you can't help but exhale slowly and inhale quickly to take in that air, just to get that chance to finally breathe.

I love Spring for the chilly warmth you feel no matter where you are in the world. Sitting in the shade faced by the sun. Immediately warmed and comfortable just by simply being.

There is no quite place as such. A place that holds these endearing qualities and still continues to feel like home. That has stars that burn brightly down at you every single night no matter how the day has turned.

I've been homesick lately for a place that doesn't exist. Hiraeth.

I will keep searching though endlessly for that place, no matter how long it takes and whatever the cost.