A memory you never remembered? A phantom ache, a cursed place you have never been? A love you've never held? A time that only resides in your dreams? And a home, that you probably never had? When the heart aches, the smell of the past whisper like the wind through hollowed bones, A yearning carved into the marrow of your soul, For what was, what could be what never was at all. Drown yourself into the waters of Hiraeth, where time stops and fate smiles. Where each poem is a strange piece of yourself long immersed in the eternity of time. Where every longing, memory and loss interwine under the shadows of the moon. A sea of moments, a sun of transitions and a hymn for the restless. Each page surfing you to the shores of solitude, and self discovery. A breath caught between what was lost and what will never be, Let the seas of Hiraeth speak more honestly, To those willing to drown Let Hiraeth take you, let it mirror you, let it leave you changed.