When I was a young man there was a country road we would go down, open fields as far as you could see with the glow from town on the horizon…we would pull off, and lay in the road(yeah I know but we were young, dumb and indestructible right?) and just watch the stars…sometimes I know that those nights were so much more important than we could have ever imagined them to be…that life is gone now
I was never the kid who had these kinds of friends, but once and only once me and some of the guys from HS went up the mountain overlooking the city during the night of a big windstorm. Nobody else was out. All the businesses were closed, and the sky, the wind, it was haunting and strange. We looked out over the city, silent, quiet, and alive with lights. Listening as the wind roared in our ears as it danced across a cloudless sky. This calls me back to that night. When the wind was so strong you had to fight against it. When everything was so loud- roaring with fury- and yet silent. When the city grew still even as it sparkled. A past that we can never go back to. A future we could never dream of. The cosmos. Infinite and bright.
I recalled my young years, when I was in my 20s. Everything was so simple for me at that time. I wish I could feel the infinity of time again. PS Тачка отпад.
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Old dreams are what we look to when we want even a little glimmer of hope in our waking lives
When I was a young man there was a country road we would go down, open fields as far as you could see with the glow from town on the horizon…we would pull off, and lay in the road(yeah I know but we were young, dumb and indestructible right?) and just watch the stars…sometimes I know that those nights were so much more important than we could have ever imagined them to be…that life is gone now
I was never the kid who had these kinds of friends, but once and only once me and some of the guys from HS went up the mountain overlooking the city during the night of a big windstorm. Nobody else was out. All the businesses were closed, and the sky, the wind, it was haunting and strange. We looked out over the city, silent, quiet, and alive with lights. Listening as the wind roared in our ears as it danced across a cloudless sky.
This calls me back to that night. When the wind was so strong you had to fight against it. When everything was so loud- roaring with fury- and yet silent. When the city grew still even as it sparkled. A past that we can never go back to.
A future we could never dream of.
The cosmos. Infinite and bright.
The image is so pretty! I love how the city is drawn with a simple texture brush, yet it looks really beautiful
Oh, that one's different. Very cool.
I always love the artwork. This time is no exception. This was myself and my kids a few nights ago camping. Happiness. Thank you.
This one feels different. All your videos should be bigger but what you put together here.. this one is special.
don't be sad those days are over, be happy that you can relive those memories every night.
Wonderful!
Good morning Blume! Thank you for sharing your beautiful music 💖💎
Как по мне, вы отлично подбираете рисунки к саундтреку.
Dreams never get old We do ▪️〰️▪️
Thank you, Blume!
Isto me faz refletir sobre a vida profundamente! Obrigado por compartilhar.
thanks for uploading this set it's amazing
Very chill awesome 😊😊☮️☮️
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I recalled my young years, when I was in my 20s. Everything was so simple for me at that time. I wish I could feel the infinity of time again.
PS Тачка отпад.
Old dreams….of the evening my friends dented the roof of my car…gone now…like tears in rain
Wow that is beautiful
i listen to your stuff most days. i haven't been moved like this before. 🥲
Good
Old dreams
Lost dreams
Brother how you made the music.
Please explain me
Is there any other kind?