there are days
where the light
does nothing but blind me
and the oxygen
does nothing but suffocate me
where my own mind
is against me
where my heart
is simply an organ
those are the days i think about you
- the time i declared war on myself
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Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems
PoetryHiraeth: a Welsh concept of longing for home. A type of homesickness, but for a home that you can't return to, or one that perhaps never existed. Aren't we all looking for home?
