{A/N}: Not entirely sure what I was thinking when I wrote this. I think I'd just finished my re-watching of Lord of the Rings and felt so impossibly nostalgic for a home I never had (the Shire, though I've always felt partially Elvish) that I just spilled my thoughts out onto paper without even thinking so. Oh, and - according to Google, the Welsh word "hiraeth" that can't be directly translated to English means exactly that: (n) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or never was. *sighs* Fictional realms are so addictive! Sorry for the long note, you may now proceed.
When they see sky, I see clouds.
When they see rain, I see grief.
When they see mist, I see uncertainty.
When they see sun, I see blindness.
When they see stars, I see boundaries.
When they see moon, I see oblivion.
When they see sky, I see clouds.
When they see hope, I see disconsolation.
When they see positivity, I see anger.
When they see forgiveness, I see forget.
When they see persistence, I see annoyance.
When they see clarity, I see confusion.
When they see sky, I see clouds.
When they see smiles, I see masks.
When they see hugs, I see good-byes.
When they see kisses, I see desperation.
When they see smirks, I see dishonesty.
When they see relationships, I see attachments.
When they see sky, I see clouds.
When they see blue, I see cold.
When they see red, I see blood.
When they see green, I see evil.
When they see white, I see death.
When they see black, I see nothing.
When they see me, I see hate.
Extra Note: No, I don't actually see everything the way I wrote this. I'm not relationship-phobic or love-phobic or something. (I can't say that, seeing as I read fanfiction from time to time.)
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Oblivion
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