hiraeth | the st.albert saint

spoken word can be a weapon, but this time its just an outlet.
when i visited my old town i wrote some things in my journal. then i put together some sounds. then i made this video.

hiraeth- a homesickness for a home which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

a poem.

[reev]

Amazing. I love the way of the words and the echo in the end. It's beautiful.

[angelamccoy]

All I can say is WOW! This really hit me hard. I totally relate. Sometimes I feel like I have lived 4 lives. There are 4 distinct times in my life that seem like separate lives. One of them, I don't miss at all. Two of them I miss desperately and still yearn for and then there is the life I live now. Sometimes I feel together and broken at the same time ❤💔

[sparklingfay]

Wow! That was deep... deeply touching! Makes me think of my grandparents house, where we also lived some years, which will never be like it was, now that granny too has passed...