This feeling of uneasiness, this sudden horrible feeling, how could I describe it?
Hiraeth, maybe?
The feeling of wanting something, yet knowing the moment you desire it, you'll lose it forever.
The feeling of asking for a little favour, just a little touch, knowing it may never happen after vocalizing it.
The feeling of doubt, guilt, and a tinge of death in this cauldron of life.
Hiraeth, I think.
Home is where the heart is.
Where is it?
I don't have one, yet I miss it.
A place where you are who you want to be, who you can be, who knows no bounds.
Does a home even exist for me?
I can't picture it, I need it, please.
Find it for me, whatever it may be, I can't be me without it.
Enough!
...please?
Help me.
I want to be a bird, not a swimmer.
This feeling of uneasiness, this sudden horrible feeling, it is now clear.
I need a home that doesn't exist.
I'll find it one day.
I have found hiraeth within me, now I call out to my home.
I'll find you.
.
.
.
I have now found you.
When everything was new,
You seemed so familiar.
When I was astray,
You brought me back.
You brought me home.
A home away from home.
When you took my hand,
Gave me everything I needed,
The timing for everyone seems early,
For me, it couldn't be more perfect.
My greatest weapon at my weakest point,
My trophy when I have nothing to show,
My reality when I refuse to believe,
My utopia, I have found you.
My heart, my love, my everything, it is all you, and it always will be.
You have taken my hiraeth away and brought me home.
You are my home.
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Encrypted Introspection
RandomA little bird's diary for when he was growing up, until now, when he is still flying after being flightless for so long. Written in ambiguous English, these texts have hidden meanings to the bird's life at every stage of his growth. The workings of...
