I jolted awake and cold,
in an unfamiliar bed with a scent that is not yours,
and all I want is for you to welcome me
with your loving arms;
but I have no home now,
it crumbled when you said goodbye.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
I jolted awake and cold,
in an unfamiliar bed with a scent that is not yours,
and all I want is for you to welcome me
with your loving arms;
but I have no home now,
it crumbled when you said goodbye.
“hiraeth”
— (hɨraɪ̯θ), noun | A Welsh, untranslatable feeling, hiraeth is loosely described as a homesickness for a home you cannot return to anymore or a place, which never even existed. Connotations of sadness, yearning, profound nostalgia, and wistfulness are imbued into the state of hiraeth. Overall this beautiful, but painful longing is a an expression of an empty desire and grief over a past life or place. It is the ultimate signifier of a bond, which has ceased to exist.
(I saw this word, and I think it was quite interesting.)
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