and damn,
I so badly want to crawl into a hole and entertain the heavy, sinking weight of my heart
but there are so many things to do–so many in need of my saving
that I could only pause for a moment to catch my breath before going again.
and I so badly want to allow myself to be heartbroken
but the world keeps on running and time doesn't want to be stopped
so I don't have the luxury to stop and feel for a minute.
I'm too busy to be sad.
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hiraeth. //
Poesíahiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. //lowercase intended.//