Hiraeth
The feeling of nostaligia; the longing for a place you cannot return to.
There's really only one place I wished i could've spent all my years at. Or at least longer. It's the only place i long not because of the place itself, but for the people i met and grew up with. The ones I've grown way too fond at that even a small piece of them keeps me alive for the day. They are the colours to my blank paper. The emotions of my heart. The thoughts that would slip into my mind on rainy days. The faces I see when I look at the sky. A place where I can call a second home, not for the place, but for the people that had built such sanctuary in my heart to keep me going. Thank you Allah, for giving me such a place for my memories to visit at night. I am truly grateful :)
The feeling of nostaligia; the longing for a place you cannot return to.
There's really only one place I wished i could've spent all my years at. Or at least longer. It's the only place i long not because of the place itself, but for the people i met and grew up with. The ones I've grown way too fond at that even a small piece of them keeps me alive for the day. They are the colours to my blank paper. The emotions of my heart. The thoughts that would slip into my mind on rainy days. The faces I see when I look at the sky. A place where I can call a second home, not for the place, but for the people that had built such sanctuary in my heart to keep me going. Thank you Allah, for giving me such a place for my memories to visit at night. I am truly grateful :)
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