Homesickness - Tumblr Posts

There's this feeling that I get sometimes.

Of overwhelming homesickness,

Of faded memories trying their hardest to reoccur.

Sometimes I wonder if they were happy, or if they were sad.

Or how the old place is doing, if it's still the same paint color, or if the doors still creak.

I suppose it doesn't matter much now, does it?

But it did at some point, and I cannot find it in myself to leave it behind.

im homesick.

im homesick.

im homesick.

im homesick.

im homesick.

im homesick.

I chose to forget the address. Of all the things I had to forget, that would be the easiest.

The poets need to make a word for homesickness, when it is not the trees you miss or the fields you ran in or your bed with the smell of familiarity but the people you love whom you'd be home with anywhere, be it a cold winter day or within streets you've never seen, because they are safety they are home they are love and to call it longing would mean to insinuate it has a beginning and an end, when it is all consuming and starves you from within, greater than the mind can grasp but strong enough for the heart to weep like it has weeped before and always will