Emotional Music - Bury my heart 

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I imagine that the girl is actually a witch and all of those graves you see were once her human companion throughout many centuries.. She's visiting and giving them her fav flower.

At some point you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life OMG thanks for the likes guys ❤️stay strong

I tried to survive, I tried to fight, Even when i was about to die, I tried my best you know i tried, But you left me without saying goodbye, I was so lost so i cried, Now i'm alone with all these scars, I'm here looking at your grave, Even the flowers next to you died, Forgive me my love forgive me for that, Now i have to depart, Now i bury my heart.

لَم يَبقَ لِعيني نورُ، بكيتُ، و بكيتُ، و تقأيتُ جثث كُلِّ كلّماتُكَ المَعسولة، و الآن، أنا اتألّم، رُوحي تتألم!! ما بالُك! فالتَرحمني أيُها الرّب.

The woman you can hear singing... She is singing to her dying loved one. He dies after a worthless battle fought in vain. He is the last soldier alive and the only soldier with something to lose. She knew he would die so she followed him though he told her not to. Now they die because in battle a soldier and a civilian both look the same in the eyes of an archer. One more has died in vain. None alive... None survived... None to remember the hearts buried by time.

When someone close to you becomes so toxic, it hurts because we can't leave them alone and being with them makes you even more hurt. 😔 I buried my heart in 2020.

when i saw the artwork i knew i would like it

I imagine that the lady in black is actually a princess, as you can see that behind the woods there stands a castle. The princess had a lover, whom she terribly loved and wanted to be the wife of. But the lover was a simple man who didn't have much money or luxury. He was poor. The King saw him once and refused swiftly. The princess later planned to escape and call the man she loved to a place, where no one will know they went. She planned to start a new life, indeed. And she did what she planned but, nothing worked unfortunately. right after she went, she heard the news, "a young, poor shopkeeper was killed in the hands of the King himself, and was buried with zero respect in the grave where the King buried his rivals." Shocked, heartbroken and terrified, the princess left the area swiftly and went to meet his partner. In front of the castle, there stood a graveyard, hated by the King and the people of the kingdom. She sat in front of her lover's grave and plucked his favourite flower. Now she hated her father and the kingdom, which was her own. She now plucked the flowers even on the graves of her father's rivals. Because she knew that she can never get her revenge. Edit: I used to think that I write rubbish but after receiving all those likes and replies from you lot, I was astonished! Thank you. It's just that I only want you to know that maybe we're strangers, but you've really become a true motivation in my life. Thank you dear readers. Hope one day I will gift you a book!

A woman in black hood Lost in the dark woods... Finds peace and harmony In the lies of dreams symphony... She stumbles across a grave To find answers she did always crave... She is heartbroken and betrayed And asks if true love ever prevailed... The innocent souls burried down deep Hear her query , remorse and weep... They say there is a dot of red In every gray horizon... You shall find your answer Just walk around with a positive vision... She then finds a ray of hope In the specs of vibrant yellow... She plucks them gently As she now knows her love shall someday mellow!

People asks me why, I look like I am not happy, How can I ever explain my cry, the reason,why I am not happy From the day you were gone, Only thing I do is mourn​, All my love,All my happiness is buried in time where you left me alone, I keep waiting for you, I know you will be here, But come fast,who knows, maybe my end is near, Even though you never come my heart will love you I will die with my heart filled with our citrus memories, I will write the stories of my broken heart, Inked by my tears, printed on time for centuries.... I will love you till my last breath, I will love you till my last breath, I will love you till my last breath,

I usually play this music whenever I remember my mom who passed away few months ago. I have special moments with her. She’s always my influencer for the rest of my life.

It's so heartbreaking reading everyone's comments and knowing how the perspective of one's is totally different from the other. We all have different perspectives for everything indeed.

People are talking about the loves that they lost, but I do need to explain the love that I never reached. My heart was punched, stabbed, kicked, in the end it was dead, I couldn't know what is love anymore, the fake love would lend me to more rejection and pain, that's the true reason I buried my heart, it was not to hide the pain of a loss, but to prevent the pain that would still to come.

I'm in hate with this year, my dad is currently dying with cancer in his brain, we cannot visit or see him due to corona, my heart Lyla 🐾 was just taken by a coyote into the darkness never to be seen. And my house is full of they're memories and things. I think she may have saved my life 🐾❤️ because if I'd went outside first it could have been me. Yet my very soul weeps for her, as I try to breath keeping my head just above the surface. Drowning....

"المكان الوحيد الذي أحسستُ فيه بالوحدة لم يكن عندما كنت وحدي، كان حينما أحببت شخصًا، لم يكن يحبّني".

The music is sad. But you know what more sad? The Comments... reading these comments made you remember at least one person who had left to another world☹️

I close my eyes to see you once more, Your beauty was something to really adore. I failed to protect your precious life, Your heart was pierced by razorsharp knife. I'll look for him to avenge my queen, I won't fail, I remember his eyes' sheen. I realised that mercy is the cruelest lie, When the world just didn't let me die... When I fall asleep, I feel you so close, But when I wake, I'm full of remorse.

إنني أنا المَعزوفة، و أنت هُو كاتِبي، إنني أنا دِيجور الخائِبين، و أنت هُو طِلائي الأبيض، إنني أنا تايهيونق، و أنت هُو جونقكوك، النارُ و الماء يَلتقيان، فِي حِرُوب المَشاعُر.

I was standing there on the edge of the world, looking at the graveyard of my beloved ones. As I was walking by, there was one I could not recognize the name. Maybe there was never a name there, maybe the time cleared it away or maybe that was my final resting place. I had made it a long time ago, I buried there my soul alongside my dreams and future. My feelings for her were right there, buried in front of the nameless grave. I had become a ghost, a shadow of my former self, waiting for her...waiting for that special person to get that shovel and start digging. I got out once, but could this miracle become twice?

"I felt a funeral in my brain".

إنني أتقيأ جُثث الكَلِمات الميتة داخِلي، إنني أرتوي مِن حُزنِ السَماءِ و أُخفيهِ داخِلي، إنني أتسلقُ إحدى القِمم ثُم أنزلِقُ خائِرًا، إنني لَحن الحَياة الميت، إنني أنا، عَلى قيدِ الحَياة أُنازِعُ وَحيدًا.

"ارتديت معطفي وأخذت علبة المصباح، أشعر بي أركض خارجاً من هذا المنزل، أركض كثيراً بقوة رغم أن الثلوج تبطئ ركضي، رغم أن البرد القارس يزيد شحوبي، لكنني لأول مرة، أقسم لأول مرة أردت أن أركض وأنا أعرف إلى أين سأتجه"

حَتى الكلِمات قَد غادرّت مِحجري، و حَتى أنتِ، غادرّتي، بصمتٍ، رغبتُ أن أسمَعَ صدى خُطواتكِ-لآخِرّ مرّة- و لٰكنكِ يا عَزيزة الرُوح كُنتِ صامِتة -مِثلَ ذهابُكِ تَمامًا-

"ارتميت فوق سريري بقوة، أغوص في وسادتي، لا أريد أن أفتح عيوني لا الآن ولا في الغد ولا في أي وقت لعين، لا أريد أن أتنفس أو أتكلم. وعوضاً عن أن أهرب أنا من كل شيء، أريد أن يهرب كل شيء مني. لقد تعبت أريد أن أتبدّل أن لا أكون هذا الشخص الذي أراه في المرآة."

اُحِبُكَ مِثْلَ النُّورِ يَا مَغْفِرَتِي ، مِثْلَ اِتْكَاِء الشَّمْسِ فَوْقَ بَشَاشَتِكْ ، اُحِبُكَ وَ هَذَا اِنْقِشَاعٌ هَائِلٌ لِلْحُزْنِ مِنِي ، وَ وَعْدٌ اَبَدِيّ ، لَا تَخْذُلُهُ بِدَايَة ، وَ لَا اَيُّ نِهَايَة ...

Around 3 years ago, I first came across this song. I still remember the feeling of wonder and awe I had as I listened--especially that part where the woman starts vocalizing. I got chills. Just earlier this week, my teacher tasked my class with creating a sonnet of any topic...so here I am! This song is definitely one of the elements of inspiration for my sonnet. Looking at the comment section, I can see so many others are inspired as well. THANK YOU, Peter Gundry, for inspiring so many of us. -In the Depths- Many a night, she lodged on the cliffed coast As the waves battered the rigid, firm rocks When lamps were lit and none left at the docks Singing she was, to the tune of her ghosts Prey of Cupid, she awaited him most A fine sailor he was; how her heart locked! Greatest Neptune, how low of you to mock! She felt him so near, yet still nowhere close. Twelve long years became twelve a couple more. Time lost count as her earthen shell withered; Still, she awaits, for love yet to return. Familiar tunes for her darling sailor Echoing o'er cliffs; her voice I have heard, Though she now rests in the depths whence waves churn.

"أشعر بأني خطيئة على هذه الأرض، بأنني يجب أن أهرب من هنا، لكن من سيقبلني؟ وأين هذا المكان الذي لن يكون جزءً من هذه الأرض؟ ذات يوم أتمنى أن يدعني الجميع وشأني، أن أحلّق في سمائي، أرتدي الأبيض كغيمة وأموتُ في الوسع."

You offered me your heart Then you left and took two hearts with you Now that i'm standing heartless near you With a dark hole inside with no heal I now know time shall decide When my time will arrive But i don't mind I just wanna see you one more time Before the memories turns to ashes And the world forgets That i carried your love for ages That we ever existed That you were my world The only world that will never forget about me

This music is accelerating my heartbeat.

إشتقت لِشتاءِ المَعزوفة، برِفقة هذهِ المَعزوفة العَظيمة و المُذهِلة.

حين فارقتني في بقيعٍ من الأحزان كان الناس من حولي لا يفهمون شعوري دفنتك و دفنت قلبي معك كتذكار في حياتك الأبدية ما عدت أشعر بدفئ الشمس برد فؤاديَ الأجوف و انطفئ نور عينيّ ولم أعد أرى الألوان بعد.

When I listen to your music, I just want to be a bird, at night flying high above those clouds, heading towards the moon, seeing the beauty that no one pays attention to, and being invisible to the rest of the world.

Iam a heart transplant patient. I hope the medical doctor’s in the universities buried my heart in the ground after researching the illness my heart had . Peace to my heart ❤️

Bury my heart where you stand So it will always rest at your feet. It's been there since you stole it And it fell out of your pocket. You've never noticed. Why should you? You've always had enough of them. So why bother loking back, Nevermind me standing there. Just bury my heart, Don't walk on it. Hole in my chest is big enough pain

"إلى صوتي الأخرس إلى النبرة المتزعزعة في روحي وإليك. لا يستطيع أحدنا أن يكون شيئاً آخر غير نفسه، إنها كذبة مملة ولكنها كذبة مبتكرة."

Shes plucking the flowers of her true love! And keeping her/his memory alive in that way .

Hi Where is everyone ? How come I'm surrounded by endless people endless universe full of stars but yet, I still fill The Loneliness is in my heart

Here's to all the broken hearts...cheers 🍻🍾

"أعلم أنها فكرة مجنونة ولكن أول مرة شعرت فيها بالإنتماء طوال حياتي كانت حينما التقيتك تحت مصباح منزلكم المعطّل بعيناك الشبحية وروحك القوية. ووحده العُمق في روحك، من سلب كلماتي مني."

A woman wearing a cloak in black sat in front of a grave. Tears full of anger, sadness and hatred fell down her pale face. With gritted teeth, she muttered, "I don't have the power to revive you my love" She gripped the yellow flower in her hand, "But I have the power to eliminate those who did this to you" With that, the church bells rung. But there is only one meaning when those bells ring. The woman in black stood and stared down at the gravestone, "You were right", her eyes glowed with rage. *It's time* "Humans are such cruel creatures" *The witch has come*

"Uzun zamandır dinlediğim bir şaheseri, ne zaman dinlesem karanlık yönlerimi açığa çıkarıyor..."🌙...

تأخذني بعيداً إلى زمنٍ لا أريد حتى تذكره إلى الموت الأبدي

Child: mom why beautiful people always die? Mother: What flowers would you pick for me in the garden? Child: *one of the most beautiful*

Etrafımı bu müzik sarmalarken hayslini kuramayacağım güzel bir gün yok. Sanki seninle konuşuyor gibi. Büyülüyor gibi. Dinliyorsun sadece. Hem hüzün hem de güzel günlerin umudunu hissediyorsun..🍂🌿

إنا المعزوفة 😭💔 مر 3 سنين على قرائتي للرواية واليوم وصلي كتاب الروايه أخيرًا واجيت ارجع اقرأها بس هل مره بكتاب ورقي بيدي وأسمع الموسيقى😭

Harika bir duygu, his ile yapılmış bir eser. Özellikle yalnızken ve gece dinliyorsan aklın sadece yaşadığın kötü anıları hatırlıyor. Maalesef hayat bu galiba.

I felt so emotional as I remembered my mother funeral few months ago. She literally had enlightened my life and I have learned a lot. After her death, I feel darkness, fear and loneliness and can’t imagine how I’m going to survive in this cruel world.

"لقد أحببت الإحتماء خلف الصمت، أحببت أن لا يواجهني أحد بها، مثل الأحمق، مثل الجبان، أحببت أن أختبئ تحت معطفي خلف الكمامة، بعيداً جداً عن الآخرين."

قارئين رواية أنا المعروفة لتايكوك أثبتوا وجودكم، كل الحب للكاتبة نيلي ولهذي المعزوفة الحزينة ♥️.

If feelings are music, this is the feeling when you lost someone that you loved so much with all your heart and soul. The feeling that you know they still love you as much as you do and and that you could have had more beautiful moments with each other, but something happened and you just 'lost' him and there's nothing you can do about it, you can never bring that person back. -Death might be harsh but I feel like that situation complements the music more.

"أريد أن أغفو في مكان واسع يحملني مثل عيناك، سأشعر بالإكتفاء، إن دسستني فيها يومًا."

He only made her think he died. He knew the road ahead was far too much for her pure soul. His was already blackening, hate slowly seeping in. This was all he could do for her, to save her. He turned away to not see her tears, for her smile is how he would remember her. As he took his first step out into the black, he let a sly grin loose. The memory of the warm sun already quickly fading, to which he turned to glance a final time... "How odd," he thinks. "Such a late hour for a woman to be out at the graves... What a lucky man to be remembered."

Know I'm a little late, but here's my take on this. I'd like to think this women is some kind of unaging, undying being; A witch or perhaps a former princess, cursed with immortality. As such, she has bonded with, revered, and loved many people, as have they to her. All of whom, she ends up burying at this little grove. This little isolated spot deep in the forest, seeming to be untouched by time; much like herself. And as the centuries come and go, more graves are dug. And with each person she buries, she also buries with them a little part of her heart. A little piece of herself that has grown to love each and every person who finds themselves at slumber beneath this forest. However, she does not wallow in despair from the death in the air. No, for she carries with her the memories, life, and love of all who have come to know her. And for that reason, she continues to live. To seek out and provide, to the ones who most need it the most, love. As those at rest beneath this forest, have done for her.

This type of Orchestra made me a lesson and i feel myself at a glance.this witch heart me more...i think one day we all turn in to as like her, when our fav person passed away.

It has been an emptiness slowly trickling in My heart has been stretched thin since you have been gone My patience and sanity receding Wounds that you once touched ceasing their healing A flower deprived of the sun An unfinished work of art ...a nightmare I never woke up from after all this time It feels like only yesterday the sands of time started falling As we fell, I hope I made it up to you Your words I ceased to hear I took for granted, all lost In the vast realms Where I pick up the shattered pieces, scattered Whether or not I made it out into the clearing With my burdens and nothing more Ashes now linger in the air we once breathed And my heart buried with yours Forever...

On that piece of vast frozen land, plants grew and bloomed at an abnormally fast rate. Growing into forest of brilliant greens, flowers gently swaying in the wind, without even waiting for the spring, as if they were giving their blessings. Flickering underneath the night sky, along with the stars above. You, are my last lover of the End of the World.

اشتقت لدموعي الي خلصتها على هالموسيقى .. والمعزوفة 3/>

Depression maybe silent. But it kills thousands of people every year. Without us even knowing why..m

Some people dont live in your life but live in your heart....🥺🥺🥺 Edit: came back here after 3 years and cried on my own comment cuz I lost the most important person in my life due to betrayal

Tonight I lay Hoping for thing to change Looking up at the sky Filled with stars and bright moon I feel the chilly breezes And I close my eyes in peace

this sounds like something from my past life i really feel i heard this before! where!? when? how? i don't know

1:35 - goosebumps

Remember the days long time ago... A girl walking down the empty street. Her face was full of fear. She sang out the song she heard before. She remembered the night when darkness come. People running around. Screaming and crying. Houses burnt, bodies everywhere. A familiar face in her front, her mother. She wanted to save her mother but it was too late. Her mother couldn't breathe already. Her mother sang the song to calm her down. She told the little girl just ran away as far as she could. She ran and ran. She was tired. She was hopeless. She fainted away. This story was told by an old lady I visit every Saturday. After telling the story. She sang out a song and stays with her mother forever.

المعزوفة الي ارتبطت برواية انا المعزوفة، حنين كبير لأيامها.

مِثل غِصنٍ، سَقطَ بينَ يَديك، و أنت كَسرتهُ، فإرتداني الرَحيل.

1:44 أنا يا حَبيبي-رُغم إدراكي- أننا لَن نكونَ معًا و مِن المُستحيل أن ننجو كِلانا، و لٰكني لا أُمانِع، لا أُمانِع أن نكونَ معًا فَقط لهٰذهِ الأيام البَسيطة، رُبما هذهِ الأيام قادِرّة عَلى شِفائي-رُغم أنها ليسَت دائمية- لٰكنني لا أُمانِع، إن كنتَ أنتَ هُنا، و أنا هُناك.

Слушая музыку, я вижу образы пасмурного неба и умирающие цвета осенней листвы, великолепно)

This was beautiful. I'm writing my sixth novel and this music helped me through a scene where a dead man arrives at Asgard and is ascending to Valholl as he leaves behind all he knows. A bittersweet moment full of anguish that ends in transcendence.

When I hear this music, the atmosphere of winter comes with snow, wood, some fire, and an old wooden house like a hut. This is wonderful✨✨💔🤍

Why is everyone turning into Shakespeare?

I’m surrounded by poems. POEMS EVERYWHERE!!!!! Beautiful piece 😊

Kalbimi titretti bu nasıl bir eser

When hate turns into love , only music can describe it. You're compisition of music explains it all which cannot be explained by words.....

This is so calming it makes me calm down so fast during anxiety attacks😭

2022 e ainda continua sendo o meu preferido ! 💚

The music made me feel depressed and hurted,but the comments made me feel better,as know I realized that I am not the only one who is suffering . There is many things u can do if u feel the worst and try to do the best

I stare out over the deserted, empty landscape, all hope of other life lost on the long road behind me. So long ago, these now barren, strange lands were home to sprawling fields of green grass and sprouting ferns, flowing rivers and towering trees, willows and oaks so tall their canopies seemed to touch the clouds. Hues of green ranged from deep emerald to bright jade, and every shade in between. The blue of the sky reflected off of the vast oceans, and the deep reds, oranges and pinks of the setting sun blazed over the bright wheat fields. The snowcapped mountains to the north always brought water down in the ravine, so clear and clean you could see all the way to the bottom, and some salmon and turtles lazily floated past. But now, the bottom of the ravine can be seen, empty, dry and cracked open. The mountains, once filled with bears and beavers, and covered in deep, lush forest, are now barren, grey rock protruding grotesquely from the ground, an open wound in the black, cracked earth. Ihe trees are dead, muted browns and faded greys fading into dark. The sky, once dazzlingly bright and clear and open, now seems to fall on me like a grey blanket, drowning out the rays of the sun until only a faint grey glow of the once radiant blaze can be seen. The grass crumbles as I walk through it, the air is thick as the blood of my beloved, and I draw in a raspy breath, feeling the once cool, crisp air now brush by my lips in a hot, sooty rasp. I feel my lips crack open, all water long since dried up, and I fall to my knees before my home, destroyed, empty, hollow. I search inside myself, and realize that I am the same, a mirror image of my home. My heart has been ripped out, just as Earth's had. My soul is shriveled and dead, empty and grey, just like the trees. My feelings were swallowed up by the soot and ash invading my lungs, and my senses had long since faded, covered in the void of my world. A small rustle of wind rustled the grey grass beside my fallen knees, and I crumpled to it, falling down, and falling apart beneath the foot of the wind just as the grass had fallen apart beneath my own foot. my heart, buried in ash, falls 6 feet into the ground, but I remain, dead, flying away in the wind. This little story just popped into my head out of the grey. It's totally unrelated to the image. I just let the music loop and typed out what came to mind. The title is mixed in a bit, but not too much, and everything in it is pretty much just what I see and feel when I listen to this song. Think of it as my thoughts personified through the incredible music of Peter Gundry.

"بكيت وكأنني ولدت للتو، بكيت وكأنني أتنفس الأكسجين لأول مره."

ya şarkı çalmaya başlar başlamaz tüylerim diken diken oluyor aklıma sinner geliyor bayilazaim

Bir müziğe bir duvar kağıdı bu kadar yakışır...

تسحرنا الالحان... لتقتحم دواخلنا وتثير فينا مشاعر وذكريات ورغبات كلٌّ بحسب تركيبة مشاعره وحصيلته من تلك الذكريات وخصوصياته من الرغبات فيسلك كل واحد منَّا خيالاً ... او حلماً.... يلائم تلك المكنونات من نغمات

it is epic i just can imagine lost battles:(

-mom- Hi mom... i am am married now... i still remember the days... we would wear the same tshirt... I still remeber you telling me stories before i go to bed. But i know you are in a peacefull place now...but promise me one thing dont ever ever forget about me.... If my time has come im gonna finally see you... Wait for me mum Just wait for me.... I will be there just wait (I made this for one of my friends....)

"oh , mother . I was born different. Everyone abandoned me , though i was a highborn. It was you who supported me. And now as you are at rest . I am alone . I am afraid . I am at doubt. But deep inside I know you are with me . This mortal life has taken you away. I can't change that but your memories will be cherished as long as I am alive. Thanku mother for everything.". A witch's confession.

An Empty Doll opened her eyes slowly with a fake smile on her little sweet cold lips… hoping for a new day but its still the same day… stuck in her past while looking for her future… she sleeps again hoping this time it get warm… nothing changed its still the same day… a day after day she gets emotionless a day after day she is dying and a day after day she loses her vision… her vision of him… she cant see his reflection anymore… not in her memories not in her heart… an empty doll is what she is… black long hair with big wide eyes… white skin like a snow with a crack on her cheek that stops her from smiling… an empty doll that everyone admires her beauty and her colorful face with her pink cheeks… but inside she has no colors, inside she is just lost… lost in pain lost in her confusion and lost looking for her loved one… between all these arms that have been holding her and making her sitting on their laps… she looks around looking for that face that she have been always waiting for… that image and that reflection that she forgot… his vision… she still remember his voice whispering to her ears before she sleeps… “i love you baby girl”… she misses that voice… that voice that keeps her calm… that voice that keeps her insanity safe… an empty doll with scars all over… a hundred stories to tell from each scar... only her tears keeping her warm and only her tears keeps her company when she feels alone the most… an empty doll that covers her old scars an empty doll waiting to be saved from her loved one while she is being held from all these faceless people… bury my heart my love… bury my heart it belongs to you, was the last thing she said before she loses her last breath… bury my heart… bury my heart it belongs to you.

أيُها العالّم البائِس..أنا هُنا بخَيبتي و حُزني أنا هُنا كَما خَلقني رّبي و جَعلني مِن الحُزنِ أشقى.

كَم جَاء غَيرُك فَي غِيَابُك عَاشِقاً والقَلب لَحضه غَيرُك لَم يُعشَق أني أُريدُك وألذي خَلق السَّما وكأِن غَيرُك، ربُنا لَم يُخلَق فَي القَلب شَيء لَا يُقَال بأحرُف سَيُنَال مِن قَلبي الصَغير أذَا بقَي، كَيف السَبيل ألى اللِقَاء فأشتفي فأبوح بالعَينينِ بالحُب النَقي أني سُقيت اليَوم مِن كأسِ الهَوى لَستُ الأخَير ولَستُ أوَل مَن سقِي وعليَّ أشتقَتُ الجِبال وصَخرُهَا أشكَوك لِلرحمَن أن لَم تشفَق.

I love this piece, sitting in a dark room n listening to it gives me peace and inspiration to keep going in life. Thanks Peter 😃😊

She sat near his grave, tears of sadness and anger streaming down her eyes "I'm sorry my love, I coudnt" she muttered, staring down at his grave. She buried him here not long ago. Her eyes traveled trough the beautiful yellow flowers that had grown on his grave. She bented down and plucked one of the flowers from the ground, swirling it between her fingers. She let a single tear fall down to the ground, wiping the excess from her face. "We may have failed, my love" she said trough gritted teeth "But I will not fail again" She putted the flower in her basket, taking it with her to her house near the woods. On her way back she could see the castle inb the distance. Her father's castle. She continued down the path, listening to the sounds of the nature around her. It felt like peace. Almost. She could never be at peace until they got what they deserved. She still felt the anger, boiling inside of her, feeling like it wanted to burn everything down but she couldn't. Not yet. Looking down at the basket, she smiled. They woudnt know what hit them

أنا.. آهً كم مؤلم أن أقول انا..في حين أنا لا أعلم من أكون بالضبط انا. أريد أن أرسم ظلالاً، ظلالاً كثيرة،أضمها مع ظلي،لكنني أعلم في نهاية الأمر لن أشعر بالأمان من وجودها حولي،لن أشعر بأي شي سوى أنني أهوي فيها،فيلفحني السواد ويغرقني

O kadar güzel o kadar duygu yüklü ki hakkını vererek dinlemeli salya sümük ağlayın ulan hissederek ağlayın

Listening to this sound makes me to remember my past 😭

I knew I hoped I learned as I've grown My body, so tiny and fragile I was never made to feel at home And as I look at these trees, The leaves and grass, my grandma's home The sky that felt all that I've endured I start to accept my fate, promptly I open my soul, reach out with my arms I look at a distance, close my eyes I feel the wind, whispering ever so softly "You've never been wrong my dear, I will see you shortly" And the people who wronged me, the ones from my past I hope they are good, I hope they will last The life wasn't kind, to me or to them I am letting go, I will not condemn As my body starts to feel lighter, I fully embrace it, I am not a fighter What I am, I do not know myself But it's time to go, have no more words to tell

I loved how everyone did a story so I decided to do mine: A wife gazed over a ghostly image of her dead husband’s face in a photograph. His image, beauty, and grace all preserved in one picture. She strokes the image with her finger as if she is staring upon it one last time. A single tear drops on the photo while she says, “your still with me,” and sets the photo back down. With her lips that were painted a shade of red, she kisses the photo. A red mark from her lips soaks in the picture. She sets it down. As she puts it back in her drawer, she says, “But I have to let you go,” with a faint whisper. Next to the painting is a golden ring that is blanketed with dust like a forgotten memory. The doorbell rings. The women washes away her tears, and shuts the door. She takes out a rustic key, and locks it. (To this day, it remains locked never to be opened again). Her low heeled shoes click against the steps. With her firm hand, she opens the door. A man appears dressed in a black suit. “Ready?” He asks. “Forever and always,” she says dramatically. He has no idea what she meant, and takes her hand. They walk down to a slick black impala. He opens the door gentlemen like. The woman gazes out the window wondering if she made the right choice. He shuts the door, and gets into the driver seat. They ride off into the sunset, never to go back ever again. Any thoughts, suggestions, changes? I’d love to hear them! I just wrote what was on my mind the second I listened to this song. I hope you like it!

I don't know why, but this reminds me of Aelin at Sam's grave (from The Throne of Glass Series). Amazing music, absolutely wonderful job!

My boyfriend killed himself last weekend, this music seems very accurate to what I've been feeling all week. I don't know why it ended up in my feed 2 years after publish, but I'm grateful... It's so pretty.. Music really is good for the soul.

As i walked by her grave...after 7 years, not seeing that bright face or beautiful smile...that angelic voice of hers when she left i understood the true meaning of being alone left out in the darkest corner of the world...closing my eyes i saw her waving at me suddenly my tear came down knowing that i won't see her again for my final words to her "i will miss you..." i wish i was gone with you so we can rest together in the eternal after life .

In all of my life, love I had Now, my heart is not needed Bury it, bury my heart As long as you don't need it But, please Don't come back In my whole life I heard what I wanted Now, leave it My soul may go to peace and calmness Edit: I know, it's awful

أيامّ عَرجاء، و بَتراء تأتيني أيامٌ، أستصعِبُ حَملها، أو تحمُلِّها حَتى وَمع صمودي الأهوج في هٰذا العالّم المُهترئ أكتَشِفُ أنني أُهدِر ما تَبقى مِني التي لّم يَتبقى مِنها شيئُ يُذكر! آهٍ، يالهٰذا الشعورُ المُرير أكرههُ، أكرهُ -و بشِدة- أن أكونَ هُنا، أكره أن أكون مُستبصِرًا لكُلِ شيئًا مِن حولي-كبيرةً كانَت أم صغيرة-