lost forever in abandoned places without a soul around (playlist)

TIMESTAMPS / (author/s) [this playlist has ads due to copyright claims, i recommend you install an adblocker for a better experience] 00:00 fem (4lienetic) 02:58 creation at the end of everything (nowt) 08:36 ohm (ibi) 13:38 the day of night (akira yamaoka) 15:15 wdtftcs - four (leyland kirby) 21:48 some wind (nowt) 25:43 nov 13th (a cerulean state) 28:31 depression is beauty (hazy) 32:43 that which was lost (the aurora principle) 36:01 flowing like a river (nowt) 39:41 resonanz (ibi)

These comforting tracks helped me realize something about myself that I already knew deep down. The reason why I like watching city lights from afar, the reason I like listening to festivals or parties in the distance. It's because they help me realize that even when I'm alone, I'm not truly alone. I might not be connected to anyone there directly but it's a comforting feeling to know that people are doing their own things in the distance. Parties in the distance give me the comfort of people being happy and having fun somewhere near. I might not be connected but I'm not alone here.

Gradually you will find yourself almost craving the times where you can finally be alone, solitude anywhere you can find it. Music like this always brings me to a serene clearing in a bleak frozen forest, a small stream rushes beneath my feet and as my eyes meet with the horizon of infinite trees, there lies a couch, abandoned and covered in mounds of white powder. Always an odd sense of beauty when something doesn't belong.

I love how the people in here are so warm-hearted. You feel in home. I always spend a bit of time before I work reading all the stories in this comment section. You all are amazing. And as a person who is prone to stress a lot and have panic attacks, this place, this community is one of the safe places I have. Thank you for being nice and for creating this channel.

Wandering as a ghost, all my friend's have moved on, and I'm the last soul A thousand years I've walked this earth, my memories alive have returned to dirt, those days merely fleeting Decay surrounds, I am one with the empty spaces, transparent, undisturbed, I leave no traces I am the cold, I am the wind Fading into the grey My eternal fate.

I'm learning to be alone. It's not easy, but gradually I'm becoming more and more comfortable with my own company. Most people will come and go - but you have to spend your whole life living with yourself. I feel that's the way we truly learn to be happy with who we are.

This kind of music and images reminds me of when I'm alone, sitting on the rooftop of my house, with this unfinished little room on my back, watching the night sky with its stars, just for the pleasure of feeling the solitude, and being able to commit my everyday routine of living in my mind, fantasizing with my dreams... dreams about being a writer and a composer, about a future family, and the most recurrent of all, dreams of love, a romantic idealization of this girl that I'm so in love with, in a level that I'm so afraid of the reject that I resign myself to be just a dreamer, just a coward living with his own mind, and feeling comfortable about it.

Reminds me of that Time I got lost in the night on a Cadet training exercise. The older kid in the group fancied himself smarter than everyone else and refused to let us see the map or compass, so we wandered. Though a bog and a small woods, through an old hiking path and finally through some old farmers field to the bemusement of some very confused cows wondering why a group of humans was wandering through the field at midnight. Truly felt like we were lost in time as we passed a few abandoned cars and old farm hand houses until finally, The older kid let us see the damn map. We started at 9:00 pm. When did we get back? 3:33 in the morning. Good times…🧭🗺🌕

Running wIth this in the morning when nobody is around, is the most out of this world experience ever.

Yesss! The title is so tempting, i already have stories being written in my head

it's weird... I feel something I haven't felt in a long time , I mean peace and quiet. I feel like it's time to go and all I have left is one last walk through all the places I've made memories of. And then lie down somewhere on the grass, listening to this playlist and closing my eyes forever

I wish I could go to a world where no one is around. I like to see empty houses and stores where people once were. A large city with trees bursting from the roads and vines growing into apartments. Items once treasured by people now long forgotten. No more hustle and bustle, just silence and nature. If I could I would visit this place for even a moment.

It's okay. I don't know who needs to hear this, but it's okay.

Ah! Yes fog, The only thing one can love and fear at the same time.

“Who are you” she asked in a whisper “I am this universes guardian” “What?…” I look to turn and her smiling sadly “It’s time for this one to end” “But! I haven’t said goodbye yet” “There are many thing humans wish to say to each other, but this is not something you can say” I reply as she cry’s in my arms “I will always love you brother” she says “never forget me…for I am not real”

Imagine how peaceful and mentally liberating it would be to be the last surviving human on earth..

POV: You're a hunter-gatherer wandering the ancient plains of prehistoric Europe. You've been separated from your tribe and you're left to wander the vast green expanse alone in search of them. It's a particularly cold night, the kind where you can see your breath, and you hole yourself up in a rocky outcrop beside a canyon wall. As you gaze into the fire you've built, you think of your father and mother as well as the familiar faces you know. Gazing up at the sky, which is illuminated by an infinite number of stars, you ask the ancestors for help and guidance. Just then, in the valley that stretches before you, the trumpeting of a mammoth commands your attention. It's the matriarch as she leads her herd across the grassy steppe. Her baby walks alongside her. Every now and then, she caresses the infant with her trunk. Tears fill your eyes. How you miss your family. As the fire burns itself out, you're left to wonder if you'll ever see them again.

Well there are fates worse than death, but trudging through an empty place with only the thoughts in your head seems like the worst possible fate.

This is dark relaxation. It makes me feel this is a world of the lonely . And they are surrounded by the fog of hurt. Unable to find a way out , and there is no obvious way out.

When you're alone do you ever ask yourself why? Why are you here? Why is anything anywhere? Aren't we all just watchers craving for the next thing to show up. The next thing to cling to and to define our existence. When suddenly you find that purpose, does it stay or you just make it stay because you're afraid. Afraid that after it passes you'll simply be like the rest of us watchers. What exactly do we want to see ? What could answer everything? What actually could be that 'everything'?