To go back to Residing just wherever. Sleeping on the benches, Under the open sky, Or maybe in a small house, Of a stranger That's feels so friendly, That you wish to stay there, just until you die. But you know you'll have to leave, That it's not yours to stay. You're kinda aware. You know what's this called? ššš§ššš©š: A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that was never there. Hiraeth ā¤āØ āØ Collab with Oh! Womaniya and share your thoughts with the world. āØ Mandatory hashtags: #ohwomaniyacollabs #ohwomaniya #owhome #yqow #empoweringwomen #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Oh! Womaniya