I need a direction. I’m not lost, I just haven’t discovered where I need to go. I am longing for a place or a sense; I have a deep and heavy desire that wells up like a strange ball of warmth in my chest, derived from sounds, sights, or scents that are familiar for no discernible reason. I feel nostalgia, a painful longing for home, but not my childhood residence, perhaps not even for something that exists outside the realm of my imagination.
(Source: kimberlyannn11, via seashellsandpastels)