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Sometimes I wish I could go home, the home when I was seven and my parents are young and strong and my siblings are all young and strong. I think of driving to that old house and finding them there and I am a child again and I just want to hug everyone and tell them I love them.
You know what's awful. I feel like my last two years were just a dream because I felt so happy then. And now it's over. I liked my college, a lot. I liked being a student. Going to lectures. It's stupid, but it was my home, this college. And now it's over. Time to "grow up", go to work. I can't go back home. Repeat those two years.
Sometimes the only way to enjoy what happens is to remember it. The only thing that I hope dearly, is that you won't look at your modern self and think of that as the good times. You never know if something worse is about to come, so enjoy life at how it is. You can try to limit yourself to some things like screen time or sugary treats. I heard that can help too.
That's make me fell really sad. I hope that you will be truly happy some day, you find a peace and joy. I will prey for that for you. I wish saw here some day a comment that you' re find it all. God bless you and leads you. Sorry for my english.
everything that was good that happened to you, you take it with you. you can choose to breathe it into the life you wake up for every day. all of the great parts of being in college for you, they came FROM you. the set and setting doesn't matter like the world wants you to think it does. bring the 'party', the zeal, the life, the fun, the hope, the energy with you. the goodness, the positivity, the love, the joy. it all has to exist in you before it can come out anywhere, so whatever you experienced before, you carrry in you. live in ways that are good for others, and for you and the world, and the right thing always comes around. let your feelings tell you what is the right thing. live selflessly, like a college kid with nothing to lose. don't ever let the world around you dictate the way you treat others. DO GOOD RECKLESSLY. it is never hopeless or over.
After losing my mom last February and becoming totally parentless, home is nowhere to be found. It's like I was thrown away far in outer space. I feel like I lost everything, my sense of direction, the colors of my world, my love for life, and myself. Yes, I don't know who I am anymore and where I am heading. I wish I could just wake up like it's all but a nightmare, open my eyes and hear my mom's voice again, my father's laugh, my sister's annoying questions, and first of all the home that I used to love.
My deepest condolences. I recently lost my grandmother who has been the closest thing I have to a mother and it has been hard. It’s agonising when you realise there is no more home without your loved one around and life simply won’t be the same as before. I’m still trying to live in this new reality without her and I imagine perhaps you might feel similar. I hope for better times to come for you as we fight in our grief.
I dont think anything can beat the piercing pain when you fully realize someone/ somewhere/ sometime. Is gone forever. Theres nothing ever you could do to bring it back. I miss when it was just us. In our haunted little house. Neither of us knew what we were doing, besides our best. I think about those memories often, dad. I miss you so much Jeramy, your girls will never forget you.
My mother told me so many stories of my grandfather. WWII, he was a plane pilot or something... I was 3, I remember that moment... So many scars, so much pain taken, but he endured it all... He brought me a gift every week, I was his only grandson... I wish I could give him... One Last Hug...
I try to live in such a way that brings people smiles... I try to live in such a way that makes others' lives easier or better in whatever small manners I can. At the end of the day, God knows, but damn it all if the world just doesn't beat me up and continue to try to kick me down. May anyone here find peace, respite, fresh breath and be reminded that you are valued regardless of how you are received by the world.
I think there is something poetic about living like that. Doing the right thing even though almost nobody cares. Sometimes even doing the right thing against your own wishes and wants. There is a kind of pure beauty in this.
В один вечер мы с моей мамой бросили все дорогое в доме, включая животных, иначе наш кошмар никогда бы не закончился, а другие не отпустили бы, узнав о планах. Всю жизнь прожив на юге, теперь мы живем на крайнем севере и вспоминаем прошлое тепло и улицы родных городов. Мне снятся кошмары, связанные с плохими моментами жизни в том доме, но я скучаю по родным местам, по уже умершим животным, ведь родственники, на попечение которых их оставили, они уничтожили все важное для нас. Я знаю, что не смогу вернуться, ведь то, что делало это место моим домом - все уничтожено… Такое чувство, будто у меня забрали часть души или я добровольно её отдала, а как заполнить уже не знаю и не уверена в том, что это уже возможно
Я сейчас в психотерапии пытаюсь обрести снова чувство дома, но ощущение бездомности не покидает. Это тяжёлое чувство. Будто меня вырвали с корнями и выкинули, даже не пересадили в другую почву, а именно выкинули.
Can't come home 3-rd year, My 2 uncels died, I spent half of my money on supporting friends or people who I dont even know, I wanted to be entrepreneur at home, I wanted to create family at home, I want to see my parents, I want to have peace in my soul, but I can't...
You are Ukrainian? Me too! Tbh I have this yearning for home in my heart too. The feeling that you can't be fulfilled if you don't go back. This feeling is really dangerous though. It's better to accept that you can't go right now and just wait. Patience is key.
I want to go back home to Ukraine. I don't hate this country or anything but it's just not mine. I never felt connected to America. My inner self is still somewhere back in Ukraine. In the deep forests and sunflower fields.
TLDR- I know the feeling. I'm from the Upper Midwest (of the US) and had to move to the South (US) last year to be closer to my aging in-laws, who moved down here 5-10 years ago. Southern hospitality, my azz! I've had so many people call us: "city slicker" (even though we had lived in a semi-rural middle of nowhere small city, surrounded by corn and cows...3 dairy farms within a mile of us!) "Yank" (Upper Midwest is not "Yankee" territory) "carpetbagger" (again, that's historically NOT the Upper Midwest) "damm Yankee" which is what they call "Yanks" who come here with "their big industrial dollars" (nevermind the fact that my home state is not part of the Rust Belt (look it up) and nevermind the fact that we are struggling greatly to keep our heads above water...especially since The South isn't any cheaper than back home - it's the same or, in many instances, MORE expensive here) Not to mention being made fun of for our accent (mine in particular sounds dang near Canadian...) I can handle the heat and humidity of summer here (it gets hot and sticky back home, just not AS hot and sticky for AS long) but I miss *REAL* winter. I miss snow. I miss cold. I miss icicles and hoarfrost. I miss *REAL* autumn. I miss the colors of changing leaves. The leaves here just turn brown and withered. Back home, they're browns, yellows, oranges, reds. I miss the cool crisp autumn air. It doesn't exist here. I miss water. I miss lakes, rivers, and streams. I miss bigger squirrels and black squirrels. I miss chipmunks. I miss owls. I haven't heard a SINGLE. OWL. We're in a fairly rural area here with lots of trees...but no owls. I miss being able to go outside and not hear 500 dogs barking, all day and all night. I miss not being surrounded by so many bugs. I grew up camping and I've camped as an adult but I have never in my life seen SO MANY BLEEPITY BLEEP BLEEP BLEEPING bugs!!! And you can't open your door without letting at least one fly in. Earlier this year, my husband went around with a flyswatter and we counted 30 flies before we lost count. Can you imagine??? I miss parks. I miss museums, zoos, botanical gardens, arboretums, nature preserves, etc. Especially as a homeschooling family, I miss having field trips a wee bit closer to home and I miss having a wide variety to choose from. They are few and far between here unless state or 1860s history is involved. I miss basements. Especially with so many tornadoes here. I miss good manners. I miss people using their blinkers/turn signals. I miss people holding doors. I miss cashiers being polite. Many here don't say a single word other than your total. I miss churches (that aren't whackadoodle). Nothing but Baptist, Pentecostal, SDA, and other such churches. I've even seen Mormons and JWs. But other Protestant churches? Catholic? Pffffft. Good luck. And I have yet to see any sort of Orthodox church except maybe near the capital city of this state...maybe...I'd have to look again... There's so much more about home that I miss but ehhhh, I've babbled enough. Just know you're not alone, internet stranger (((hugs)))
One more thing...none of this is because of anything we did. We are polite, quiet, keep to ourselves...we share most of the same views and beliefs, hold most of the same values and morals, as everyone else here. We have had many conversations with people here and are more than friendly. The issue is that in spite of all that, we are outsiders. We don't belong here. We will always be outsiders. We will never belong here. We want to go home. But we can't. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Time will tell.
Home... I dont think I have one anymore.. Every "home" I had, we moved away from. Every house we had became "unsafe" to me as long as she was there. Im sorry mom, but I cannot erase my brain; I will always remember the emotional uncertainty and turmoil; the constant redirecting of your stress; the guilt-tripping; the desire to appease society's expectations; your pain; and the mask I had to try to keep up just for your own sake, not mine. I am spiteful of the old you. You improved a lot over the years, but the fear of you will never leave me. I csn grow accustomed to it, but it will always be there. Home.. I was my own home. My brother and I kept each other safe. We were "home". Now we are teens going our separate ways, but I know that I always have a few "homes" that I can go to. My home is the connections I've made, and my own self as well. If I can be me, unmasked, I am home. My home can be anywhere, as long as people will allow me to coexist. Edit: After reading the description, I feel like pointing out that my life was not simpler earlier in life. I was the eldest. I heard, I felt, and I saw everything. My life wasnt all that fun back then. And even so, it hasnt been as fun as it is now. Sure there were highlights, yet most of the pressure fell on me. I was a tool sometimes. Most times I did all their tasks cuz I was the only one near. And I was constantly limited in how I could express myself with clothes, all because my mom thought Id either "look like a streetwalker" or my outfit would be too alternative for her tastes. Oh! Also I couldnt wear any of my furred ears and tails *because shed be embarassed*. It was never about me..... its always about her.... [Note: she does not do this stuff on purpose. She works on being more open-minded and has come a long way. These flaws were hardwired into her brain as a child, but theres still a few that she hasnt addressed yet...]
A month and a half ago, my family moved back to our home country. I was born and raised in the USA, and I never have been outside the states besides that one time when I was two. Although a lot of tragic things happened in that house, it was still a home to me, albeit a broken one. It was the only place that felt real. I never really saw it as a home until I was forcibly separated from it when my mother decided she couldn’t handle being away from her siblings for another year. I don’t blame her for it. Now there’s random strangers in the home I used to play and eat and sleep in. Nowhere could ever replicate the old house. I live in a house but I’m “homeless” now.
These days now are the good old days for me. I'm pushing 40 and still have my parents. But one day, I might not. Then there will be no home for me either.
I’ve longed to be home even when I was at “home”. Then when I thought about it, I realized I wanted to feel safe, secure and not lonely. That’s what home should be, and that was the feeling I was really craving. It’s hard when you grow up poor, and in an abusive environment and family. You always wish to be safe and secure rather than being in survival mode all the time. Even as an adult in school and trying to figure out life and coping with loneliness of not having your siblings around anymore, can be really hard to deal with. I’m still trying to build that safe and secure life and home for myself.
Home was his hazel eyes, ever soft when he looked to me. Home was his arms, their strength a safe haven. Home was his voice, husk but rich, and the sweet nothings he whispered to me. Home was his warmth, and the light of his inner fire... But now... that home is no longer mine, given to another without warning after a year. I yearn for that home, but it is no longer mine, and I cannot go back.
Home what is that supposed to mean safe, lovely, full of love do we all have homes is it a place, a person is it a house we live in? I just want to go home but, home is no more so I am sitting on a wooden floor staring at the empty wall wandering what is like to be at Home.
Crazy thing, America hasn't had as bad of battles over land and had to redraw maps as much as other countries, but over the last century or so it seems to have had a major transformation.
i spent all of my childhood moving from house to house and school to school, every 5 months or so. "home" is a very hard thing for me to pin down. for me, it's a feeling. it's a specific type of time spent. there are so many places i could drive to and say "that was my home". but nothing is there. i don't know the people, or the flowers are gone, or the house is different, or the entire neighborhood is different. i realize that i have no 'home' that is a physical place. i have my family, myself, and the place we are in now. those are the only things that have ever been 'home'. i wish i could feel that way about a physical place. maybe we just haven't found it yet.
I'm sure this is comforting to many so this is no complaint and i thank the poster for contributing it. I don't know why but the continual background tone in this is highly irritating to me almost like nails on chalkboard. I guess it hits a certain frequency range that my mind doesn't handle well.
DITTO!! I'm pretty sure I have misophonia and the last few days have been harder than usual. I got a minute and a half into this and came down here to see if anyone else was annoyed by it or even noticed it. This is why I prefer specific music and playlists...noises IRRITATE me. To each their own but I cannot. I wish I could because this is otherwise so lovely 😢
A little time ago i have a strong suicidal thought. I ask miself if i can do anything like it. I'm still confused. I really don't know what to do... I find this music hoping that i could find some peace...
@@Modjonsche You can google for TH-cam to Mp3 converter, there's a few to choose from. I eventually plan to release my music on Spotify sometime soon, but it could all take a while
So many people feeling in the comments, When i were young and teenager , i was very hurry to have job to know my soulmate and marry her!!!!!! I had never known that every action has it consequences Know my soulmate sleeps beside me . And i have my oun home and i withy brotheres separated but i lost my mom i lost my city i lost my father home . RIP mother narmin 🥹💔 We will never forget you
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"Home means nothing until you can no longer return."
It does mean something. 😵💫. It just means more when you experience not having it anymore.
Sometimes I wish I could go home, the home when I was seven and my parents are young and strong and my siblings are all young and strong. I think of driving to that old house and finding them there and I am a child again and I just want to hug everyone and tell them I love them.
You know what's awful. I feel like my last two years were just a dream because I felt so happy then. And now it's over. I liked my college, a lot. I liked being a student. Going to lectures. It's stupid, but it was my home, this college. And now it's over. Time to "grow up", go to work. I can't go back home. Repeat those two years.
Sometimes the only way to enjoy what happens is to remember it. The only thing that I hope dearly, is that you won't look at your modern self and think of that as the good times.
You never know if something worse is about to come, so enjoy life at how it is.
You can try to limit yourself to some things like screen time or sugary treats. I heard that can help too.
Believe it or not there is greater happiness out there, and within yourself. But you must look forward
That's make me fell really sad. I hope that you will be truly happy some day, you find a peace and joy. I will prey for that for you. I wish saw here some day a comment that you' re find it all. God bless you and leads you. Sorry for my english.
Nothing changes as long as you are not letting it. Dont let your taste of music change.
everything that was good that happened to you, you take it with you. you can choose to breathe it into the life you wake up for every day. all of the great parts of being in college for you, they came FROM you. the set and setting doesn't matter like the world wants you to think it does. bring the 'party', the zeal, the life, the fun, the hope, the energy with you. the goodness, the positivity, the love, the joy. it all has to exist in you before it can come out anywhere, so whatever you experienced before, you carrry in you. live in ways that are good for others, and for you and the world, and the right thing always comes around. let your feelings tell you what is the right thing. live selflessly, like a college kid with nothing to lose. don't ever let the world around you dictate the way you treat others. DO GOOD RECKLESSLY. it is never hopeless or over.
After losing my mom last February and becoming totally parentless, home is nowhere to be found. It's like I was thrown away far in outer space. I feel like I lost everything, my sense of direction, the colors of my world, my love for life, and myself. Yes, I don't know who I am anymore and where I am heading. I wish I could just wake up like it's all but a nightmare, open my eyes and hear my mom's voice again, my father's laugh, my sister's annoying questions, and first of all the home that I used to love.
My deepest condolences. I recently lost my grandmother who has been the closest thing I have to a mother and it has been hard. It’s agonising when you realise there is no more home without your loved one around and life simply won’t be the same as before. I’m still trying to live in this new reality without her and I imagine perhaps you might feel similar. I hope for better times to come for you as we fight in our grief.
it become always more difficult to hide life behind a meaning
I dont think anything can beat the piercing pain when you fully realize someone/ somewhere/ sometime. Is gone forever. Theres nothing ever you could do to bring it back.
I miss when it was just us. In our haunted little house. Neither of us knew what we were doing, besides our best. I think about those memories often, dad. I miss you so much Jeramy, your girls will never forget you.
My mother told me so many stories of my grandfather. WWII, he was a plane pilot or something...
I was 3, I remember that moment...
So many scars, so much pain taken, but he endured it all...
He brought me a gift every week, I was his only grandson...
I wish I could give him...
One
Last
Hug...
I try to live in such a way that brings people smiles... I try to live in such a way that makes others' lives easier or better in whatever small manners I can. At the end of the day, God knows, but damn it all if the world just doesn't beat me up and continue to try to kick me down. May anyone here find peace, respite, fresh breath and be reminded that you are valued regardless of how you are received by the world.
I think there is something poetic about living like that. Doing the right thing even though almost nobody cares. Sometimes even doing the right thing against your own wishes and wants. There is a kind of pure beauty in this.
Life is perfectly obvious looking backward, but totally obscure looking the direction we must go. (from Kierkegaard).
This is amazing. I'm not confident that I can do it. Still, please give it a listen if you like. SOUEI YAMAOKA 無人島
Nothing feels like home anymore
В один вечер мы с моей мамой бросили все дорогое в доме, включая животных, иначе наш кошмар никогда бы не закончился, а другие не отпустили бы, узнав о планах. Всю жизнь прожив на юге, теперь мы живем на крайнем севере и вспоминаем прошлое тепло и улицы родных городов. Мне снятся кошмары, связанные с плохими моментами жизни в том доме, но я скучаю по родным местам, по уже умершим животным, ведь родственники, на попечение которых их оставили, они уничтожили все важное для нас. Я знаю, что не смогу вернуться, ведь то, что делало это место моим домом - все уничтожено… Такое чувство, будто у меня забрали часть души или я добровольно её отдала, а как заполнить уже не знаю и не уверена в том, что это уже возможно
Я сейчас в психотерапии пытаюсь обрести снова чувство дома, но ощущение бездомности не покидает. Это тяжёлое чувство. Будто меня вырвали с корнями и выкинули, даже не пересадили в другую почву, а именно выкинули.
Can't come home 3-rd year,
My 2 uncels died,
I spent half of my money on supporting friends or people who I dont even know,
I wanted to be entrepreneur at home,
I wanted to create family at home,
I want to see my parents,
I want to have peace in my soul, but I can't...
You are Ukrainian? Me too! Tbh I have this yearning for home in my heart too. The feeling that you can't be fulfilled if you don't go back.
This feeling is really dangerous though. It's better to accept that you can't go right now and just wait. Patience is key.
Sorry to hear your loss
@@user-je8wq2in9x trying to accept, this playlist just boomed in me emotions, so I wrote this
I want to go back home to Ukraine. I don't hate this country or anything but it's just not mine.
I never felt connected to America. My inner self is still somewhere back in Ukraine. In the deep forests and sunflower fields.
Amen brother, I hope you find your home some day and everything is well and peaceful and all your family are alive and well.
@@philipe7937 thanks
TLDR- I know the feeling.
I'm from the Upper Midwest (of the US) and had to move to the South (US) last year to be closer to my aging in-laws, who moved down here 5-10 years ago. Southern hospitality, my azz! I've had so many people call us:
"city slicker" (even though we had lived in a semi-rural middle of nowhere small city, surrounded by corn and cows...3 dairy farms within a mile of us!)
"Yank" (Upper Midwest is not "Yankee" territory)
"carpetbagger" (again, that's historically NOT the Upper Midwest)
"damm Yankee" which is what they call "Yanks" who come here with "their big industrial dollars" (nevermind the fact that my home state is not part of the Rust Belt (look it up) and nevermind the fact that we are struggling greatly to keep our heads above water...especially since The South isn't any cheaper than back home - it's the same or, in many instances, MORE expensive here)
Not to mention being made fun of for our accent (mine in particular sounds dang near Canadian...)
I can handle the heat and humidity of summer here (it gets hot and sticky back home, just not AS hot and sticky for AS long) but I miss *REAL* winter. I miss snow. I miss cold. I miss icicles and hoarfrost.
I miss *REAL* autumn. I miss the colors of changing leaves. The leaves here just turn brown and withered. Back home, they're browns, yellows, oranges, reds. I miss the cool crisp autumn air. It doesn't exist here.
I miss water. I miss lakes, rivers, and streams.
I miss bigger squirrels and black squirrels. I miss chipmunks. I miss owls. I haven't heard a SINGLE. OWL. We're in a fairly rural area here with lots of trees...but no owls.
I miss being able to go outside and not hear 500 dogs barking, all day and all night.
I miss not being surrounded by so many bugs. I grew up camping and I've camped as an adult but I have never in my life seen SO MANY BLEEPITY BLEEP BLEEP BLEEPING bugs!!! And you can't open your door without letting at least one fly in. Earlier this year, my husband went around with a flyswatter and we counted 30 flies before we lost count. Can you imagine???
I miss parks.
I miss museums, zoos, botanical gardens, arboretums, nature preserves, etc. Especially as a homeschooling family, I miss having field trips a wee bit closer to home and I miss having a wide variety to choose from. They are few and far between here unless state or 1860s history is involved.
I miss basements. Especially with so many tornadoes here.
I miss good manners. I miss people using their blinkers/turn signals. I miss people holding doors. I miss cashiers being polite. Many here don't say a single word other than your total.
I miss churches (that aren't whackadoodle). Nothing but Baptist, Pentecostal, SDA, and other such churches. I've even seen Mormons and JWs. But other Protestant churches? Catholic? Pffffft. Good luck. And I have yet to see any sort of Orthodox church except maybe near the capital city of this state...maybe...I'd have to look again...
There's so much more about home that I miss but ehhhh, I've babbled enough. Just know you're not alone, internet stranger (((hugs)))
One more thing...none of this is because of anything we did. We are polite, quiet, keep to ourselves...we share most of the same views and beliefs, hold most of the same values and morals, as everyone else here. We have had many conversations with people here and are more than friendly. The issue is that in spite of all that, we are outsiders. We don't belong here. We will always be outsiders. We will never belong here. We want to go home. But we can't. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Time will tell.
Home... I dont think I have one anymore..
Every "home" I had, we moved away from. Every house we had became "unsafe" to me as long as she was there.
Im sorry mom, but I cannot erase my brain; I will always remember the emotional uncertainty and turmoil; the constant redirecting of your stress; the guilt-tripping; the desire to appease society's expectations; your pain; and the mask I had to try to keep up just for your own sake, not mine.
I am spiteful of the old you.
You improved a lot over the years, but the fear of you will never leave me. I csn grow accustomed to it, but it will always be there.
Home.. I was my own home. My brother and I kept each other safe. We were "home".
Now we are teens going our separate ways, but I know that I always have a few "homes" that I can go to.
My home is the connections I've made, and my own self as well. If I can be me, unmasked, I am home.
My home can be anywhere, as long as people will allow me to coexist.
Edit: After reading the description, I feel like pointing out that my life was not simpler earlier in life. I was the eldest. I heard, I felt, and I saw everything.
My life wasnt all that fun back then.
And even so, it hasnt been as fun as it is now. Sure there were highlights, yet most of the pressure fell on me. I was a tool sometimes. Most times I did all their tasks cuz I was the only one near. And I was constantly limited in how I could express myself with clothes, all because my mom thought Id either "look like a streetwalker" or my outfit would be too alternative for her tastes. Oh! Also I couldnt wear any of my furred ears and tails *because shed be embarassed*. It was never about me..... its always about her....
[Note: she does not do this stuff on purpose. She works on being more open-minded and has come a long way. These flaws were hardwired into her brain as a child, but theres still a few that she hasnt addressed yet...]
A month and a half ago, my family moved back to our home country. I was born and raised in the USA, and I never have been outside the states besides that one time when I was two. Although a lot of tragic things happened in that house, it was still a home to me, albeit a broken one. It was the only place that felt real. I never really saw it as a home until I was forcibly separated from it when my mother decided she couldn’t handle being away from her siblings for another year. I don’t blame her for it. Now there’s random strangers in the home I used to play and eat and sleep in. Nowhere could ever replicate the old house. I live in a house but I’m “homeless” now.
Definitely some great music here. Was surprised to see it was all made by yourself!
Before this i've never seen someone who makes music by itself including the bg n all stuff
Keep going
take my heart ♥
it makes me feel like i am wandering in the empty space ...on earth and on the moons of different planet all vacant of life just me...all alone...
These days now are the good old days for me. I'm pushing 40 and still have my parents. But one day, I might not. Then there will be no home for me either.
this will blow up
I’ve longed to be home even when I was at “home”. Then when I thought about it, I realized I wanted to feel safe, secure and not lonely. That’s what home should be, and that was the feeling I was really craving. It’s hard when you grow up poor, and in an abusive environment and family. You always wish to be safe and secure rather than being in survival mode all the time. Even as an adult in school and trying to figure out life and coping with loneliness of not having your siblings around anymore, can be really hard to deal with. I’m still trying to build that safe and secure life and home for myself.
It hasn’t been the same since mom left
Somewhere in time and yet nowhere at all. I have no home. Im stuck in this in-between
I want go to home. But im have not home
Home was his hazel eyes, ever soft when he looked to me. Home was his arms, their strength a safe haven. Home was his voice, husk but rich, and the sweet nothings he whispered to me. Home was his warmth, and the light of his inner fire... But now... that home is no longer mine, given to another without warning after a year. I yearn for that home, but it is no longer mine, and I cannot go back.
If ur home is a person I’m sorry
Talked to a Scottish girl. She said The Cure was too depressing. I like moody music
Nothing is forever guy,s , Attachment to anyone or anything is suffering
thx bro i need it
Parents are divorced, old house is sold, my home is gone💔
Home
what is that supposed to mean
safe, lovely, full of love
do we all have homes
is it a place, a person
is it a house we live in?
I just want to go home but,
home is no more
so I am sitting on a wooden floor
staring at the empty wall
wandering what is like to be at Home.
Crazy thing, America hasn't had as bad of battles over land and had to redraw maps as much as other countries, but over the last century or so it seems to have had a major transformation.
Does anyone feel like this country is home any more?
i spent all of my childhood moving from house to house and school to school, every 5 months or so. "home" is a very hard thing for me to pin down. for me, it's a feeling. it's a specific type of time spent. there are so many places i could drive to and say "that was my home". but nothing is there. i don't know the people, or the flowers are gone, or the house is different, or the entire neighborhood is different. i realize that i have no 'home' that is a physical place. i have my family, myself, and the place we are in now. those are the only things that have ever been 'home'. i wish i could feel that way about a physical place. maybe we just haven't found it yet.
Great work my friend.
I left my home 2 years ago. I left my marriage and the home we built. I want to go home, but there's no more home.
What a beautiful list. 🙏
tnks
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항상 좋은일만 가득하시길 바랍니다~
The view is great, do you know where it is?
I don't remember where exactly, but it's somewhere in the Alps in Germany
Thank you!
I'm sure this is comforting to many so this is no complaint and i thank the poster for contributing it. I don't know why but the continual background tone in this is highly irritating to me almost like nails on chalkboard. I guess it hits a certain frequency range that my mind doesn't handle well.
DITTO!! I'm pretty sure I have misophonia and the last few days have been harder than usual. I got a minute and a half into this and came down here to see if anyone else was annoyed by it or even noticed it.
This is why I prefer specific music and playlists...noises IRRITATE me. To each their own but I cannot. I wish I could because this is otherwise so lovely 😢
@@katie7748 Thank you for this comment. I may have a bit of the same issue and just couldn't put a word to it.
is perfect...
IsNotReal carpet bombed our homes...
A little time ago i have a strong suicidal thought. I ask miself if i can do anything like it. I'm still confused. I really don't know what to do...
I find this music hoping that i could find some peace...
I can't find my home
Bro please tell me name of the First
"time drips from the clock on the wall". All track names are in the description :)
@@semiquaver16th How can I download this to my phone
@@Modjonsche You can google for TH-cam to Mp3 converter, there's a few to choose from. I eventually plan to release my music on Spotify sometime soon, but it could all take a while
First gal that ever let Mr embrace her romantically was Rebecca Becky for short
I am batter for the is
So many people feeling in the comments,
When i were young and teenager , i was very hurry to have job to know my soulmate and marry her!!!!!!
I had never known that every action has it consequences
Know my soulmate sleeps beside me . And i have my oun home and i withy brotheres separated but i lost my mom i lost my city i lost my father home .
RIP mother narmin
🥹💔 We will never forget you