I missed the stars like they were experiences I would never have,
like homes I used to live in.
I wanted gravity to let go of me so I could float back to where I came from.
So I could be reunited with myself.
I wanted to swallow constellations like little seeds growing inside me,
make a new universe inside of myself and birth a new place for all of us to belong.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
I missed the stars like they were experiences I would never have,
like homes I used to live in.
I wanted gravity to let go of me so I could float back to where I came from.
So I could be reunited with myself.
I wanted to swallow constellations like little seeds growing inside me,
make a new universe inside of myself and birth a new place for all of us to belong.
Hiraeth(n): a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
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