saw this quote. i was struck by how fitting it was.
it clenches in a way that i don't understand, when she speaks about the beauty of her home.
somethin once so sweet and familiar to me. yet it's been far too long. and a tinge of bitterness has developed.
it tugs and yanks at my heartstrings relentlessly. yet i can't seem to tear myself away from her voice. yeah it clenches more than it soothes. but i'm willing to settle for that little bit of comfort, in exchange for just a little familiarity.
her words were so vivid and strong. it almost felt like i was back there.
only not.
i could feel her smile and laughter.
her delight, so apparent in her words.
like a spoilt little child, i wanted that so badly for my own.
i miss wakin up in the mornings, where the sporadic sun shines sharply through our hostel windows. more than that, i miss the coolness of the air, the greyish skys and even the constant drizzle. the train rides and the alleys.
indeed, from the littlest things, and the pain it brings, down to the things you miss the most.
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