Hiraeth
There is a devastatingly beautiful Welsh word that captures the feeling of longing for someone or something you've never met — hiraeth.
You see - these moments of plunging into a feeling of this - you never know when it will come. And it just does. Most days you’re just getting by - trying not to lose your mind, learning all that you can, making sense of the things that come at you - battling consumerism like a pro, being an athlete - and one day:
You’re just there - you long for something that you have never met - never had.
It makes you want to lock it in a room and be a place you don’t expose to your real life. It makes you want to sit and lie down in a room and just read poetry together all day. It makes you one to just tumble into sheets, get lost in kisses — make love - sleep - wake up.
“The Bibliography Of Strings
And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn’t.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren’t mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I’d stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn’t die.”