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Noises from the great big mouth
Corey's column
"You can't always get what you
want... but if you try sometimes,
you might find you get what
you need." - The Rolling Stones
Have you ever found yourself sitting in the field
just because the last time you were there you
were with someone who made you feel like
the world didn't exist? Did you realise thet the
soul you were meant for was the soul that was
made for you, only to find out one day too late? Do you ever
say to yourself, "I have no regrets... save one"?
I know exactly how you feel.
You wake up in the morning with that sensation that they
were just there, and the absence is almost too much to
bear. You catch yourself humming a song for them and
realise that the pit in your stomach is the place where
happiness used to be your only sustenande, You turn to
tell them a joke or a thought, and they're just not there.
What the hell are you supposed to do with that energy?
What are you supposed to do with the agony? Why does
it come so suddenly, out of nowhere, when you're feeling
so stong and secure? And more importantly, when the
fuck does it go away?
The truth is, it doesn't. It fades, surely, but it never goes
away. You can make a thousands promises to youself
that you'll take that same fantastic love and give it to
someone else, but the moment you see that person with
someone else, it's like a but full of razorblades. It never
gets easier. And it shouldn't, really.
I mean, what's the point of consuming love if you can't be
consumed with the loss of it? What is the point of feeling
like you could live and breathe for thath person if you're
also not willing to die without them? The destructtion is
so servere that the very thought of it makes you want to
throw up. The very knowledge of loss is so extreme that
your heart breaks over and over and over.
Anyone with a heart at all has dealt with it. Anyone who
has given up idently for duality has dealt with it. Anyone
who has ever loved with every fibre in heir being has
known the excruciating pain of having it ripped apart.
I know exactly how you feel. I know because that's the
only way I know how to love, to truly love, with everything
I've got and anything I can find, My heart won't let me hold
back. My mind won't stop me from surging forward. My
flesh is too weak for anything less than extraordinary.
It wasn't too long ago that I knew exactly whom I wanted
and how I felt. The again, it wasn't too long ago that I
had it stripped from me like a discarded car in a junk-
yard. I became so jaded and angry that I cursed the sky
and spat on the very skin I was printed on. The hellish
thing is that I still see this person, and I have to bite
back bile and grief with all my might.
To put it lightly, it fucking sucks. It's the worst feeling
I've ever known. It's the worst despair I've ever experi-
enced, but at the end of the day I also realise that you
can't have it both ways. You can't feel that good with
someone and not feel terrible when you're without them.
It's simple physics: energy begets energy, love begets
love and sadness begets sadness.
You move forward whether you like it or not. You keep
putting each foot in front of the other and you make your-
self taste food again and you make yourself smile again
and you move on. You have to - it's your job as a human.
To give up on everything is to say you had nothing to offer
in the first place.The reality is that we are all going to
know this pain. It's a very real expectation.
THIS IS HOW WE GROW. This is how we LEARN. This is how
we LIVE and, God willing, this is how we LOVE.
We are all wierd to need each other. If we don't, we close
the doors on our own revolution. We deny ourselves the
right to be free and human and loved, so embrace this
chaos we call emotion. Never let yourself feel like you
can't be wide open, beause the only poeple on this planet
that can hold us back are the ones who stare us down in
the mirror. It's a cruel catch-22 sometimes, know-
ing that we can give power to others over how
we feel and love. I'd rather know and hope
that there's someone out there for me who
is waiting and ready to claim me as their own.
Hopefully, yu know exactly how I feel.
(From: Rock sound (tidning))
Corey's column
"You can't always get what you
want... but if you try sometimes,
you might find you get what
you need." - The Rolling Stones
Have you ever found yourself sitting in the field
just because the last time you were there you
were with someone who made you feel like
the world didn't exist? Did you realise thet the
soul you were meant for was the soul that was
made for you, only to find out one day too late? Do you ever
say to yourself, "I have no regrets... save one"?
I know exactly how you feel.
You wake up in the morning with that sensation that they
were just there, and the absence is almost too much to
bear. You catch yourself humming a song for them and
realise that the pit in your stomach is the place where
happiness used to be your only sustenande, You turn to
tell them a joke or a thought, and they're just not there.
What the hell are you supposed to do with that energy?
What are you supposed to do with the agony? Why does
it come so suddenly, out of nowhere, when you're feeling
so stong and secure? And more importantly, when the
fuck does it go away?
The truth is, it doesn't. It fades, surely, but it never goes
away. You can make a thousands promises to youself
that you'll take that same fantastic love and give it to
someone else, but the moment you see that person with
someone else, it's like a but full of razorblades. It never
gets easier. And it shouldn't, really.
I mean, what's the point of consuming love if you can't be
consumed with the loss of it? What is the point of feeling
like you could live and breathe for thath person if you're
also not willing to die without them? The destructtion is
so servere that the very thought of it makes you want to
throw up. The very knowledge of loss is so extreme that
your heart breaks over and over and over.
Anyone with a heart at all has dealt with it. Anyone who
has given up idently for duality has dealt with it. Anyone
who has ever loved with every fibre in heir being has
known the excruciating pain of having it ripped apart.
I know exactly how you feel. I know because that's the
only way I know how to love, to truly love, with everything
I've got and anything I can find, My heart won't let me hold
back. My mind won't stop me from surging forward. My
flesh is too weak for anything less than extraordinary.
It wasn't too long ago that I knew exactly whom I wanted
and how I felt. The again, it wasn't too long ago that I
had it stripped from me like a discarded car in a junk-
yard. I became so jaded and angry that I cursed the sky
and spat on the very skin I was printed on. The hellish
thing is that I still see this person, and I have to bite
back bile and grief with all my might.
To put it lightly, it fucking sucks. It's the worst feeling
I've ever known. It's the worst despair I've ever experi-
enced, but at the end of the day I also realise that you
can't have it both ways. You can't feel that good with
someone and not feel terrible when you're without them.
It's simple physics: energy begets energy, love begets
love and sadness begets sadness.
You move forward whether you like it or not. You keep
putting each foot in front of the other and you make your-
self taste food again and you make yourself smile again
and you move on. You have to - it's your job as a human.
To give up on everything is to say you had nothing to offer
in the first place.The reality is that we are all going to
know this pain. It's a very real expectation.
THIS IS HOW WE GROW. This is how we LEARN. This is how
we LIVE and, God willing, this is how we LOVE.
We are all wierd to need each other. If we don't, we close
the doors on our own revolution. We deny ourselves the
right to be free and human and loved, so embrace this
chaos we call emotion. Never let yourself feel like you
can't be wide open, beause the only poeple on this planet
that can hold us back are the ones who stare us down in
the mirror. It's a cruel catch-22 sometimes, know-
ing that we can give power to others over how
we feel and love. I'd rather know and hope
that there's someone out there for me who
is waiting and ready to claim me as their own.
Hopefully, yu know exactly how I feel.
(From: Rock sound (tidning))
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