Oct 2020
Oh how silly for a heart to yearn for a home that doesnt exist
For a chest to ache with the sickness that one only gets when they've traveled too far
For a soul to feel as though it were born in the wrong universe
For hands to tingle with idle magic at their fingertips
Until it overflows, onto a page, into a song, over pillows and sheets as tears cascade and stain and drown
Oh how tragic for Hiraeth to take hold
For a chest to ache with the sickness that one only gets when they've traveled too far
For a soul to feel as though it were born in the wrong universe
For hands to tingle with idle magic at their fingertips
Until it overflows, onto a page, into a song, over pillows and sheets as tears cascade and stain and drown
Oh how tragic for Hiraeth to take hold
Hiraeth: a Welsh word for homesickness or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person
