Hiraeth!

//Hiraeth//
There is no other way to explain homesickness for a home that most likely can never be returned to. Or perhaps the longing for a non - existent home. If all honesty must come forth, I might as well say it loud and clear; many people live in houses. But it is, as sad as it sounds, very uncommon for someone to have a home. I had a home once. We all did. But alot of things happen as you grow up. People change. People lie. Trauma occurs. Trauma passes. All it takes is one event, to bring people together. It brings people together who swore to themselves they would never speak again. Sometimes it's for the best. Most of the time it isn't. It'll seem like nothing is a good thing, if you're watching over life with a pessimistic view.