I call this,
If music truly is amorousness to the moved soul, then I could listen to this 1000000 times and never grow weary of its intoxication. I find myself having fallen in love with music all over again and this "castlevania" sound called dance of pales; what mesmeric and wondrous music that someone has created for online streaming. I still adore classical pieces for relaxing, watching the sky etc., but to hear such things created “de novo” again. Even if such is being shared online, like a random shot from a spiders web, you cannot expect someone else to understand that personal nostalgia. A place you wish you could remain inside, forever; the music never stopping....always playing. That heart that can show no love, no emotion, can find love as it finds the eternal sound. To no longer feel contritions or to yearn for that quenching void. I ask myself, what is the purpose of the internet if it is not to share. Even in the light of being sick of this world with its groveling, insincere people, something delightfully enchanting like this happens. It feeds your soul, it moves your nostalgia. As I sit here and write what comes to mind, I am reminded of the simple pleasures that give way to purpose and the means to function once again with pure sentiment for forms of immutable endearment.
On youtube of all places. Thank you internet, you have inspired me to write about it.
"The epitome of nostalgia"
If music truly is amorousness to the moved soul, then I could listen to this 1000000 times and never grow weary of its intoxication. I find myself having fallen in love with music all over again and this "castlevania" sound called dance of pales; what mesmeric and wondrous music that someone has created for online streaming. I still adore classical pieces for relaxing, watching the sky etc., but to hear such things created “de novo” again. Even if such is being shared online, like a random shot from a spiders web, you cannot expect someone else to understand that personal nostalgia. A place you wish you could remain inside, forever; the music never stopping....always playing. That heart that can show no love, no emotion, can find love as it finds the eternal sound. To no longer feel contritions or to yearn for that quenching void. I ask myself, what is the purpose of the internet if it is not to share. Even in the light of being sick of this world with its groveling, insincere people, something delightfully enchanting like this happens. It feeds your soul, it moves your nostalgia. As I sit here and write what comes to mind, I am reminded of the simple pleasures that give way to purpose and the means to function once again with pure sentiment for forms of immutable endearment.
On youtube of all places. Thank you internet, you have inspired me to write about it.