How your beauty contains itself is a trick as nifty as maintaining a fall, though I can only imagine because the trick’s Prestige lies in my need to believe. And if not for every door around me remaining as sturdy and inconspicuous as my pain, the stories of how each used to open might hold more weight than the glory days everybody talks about but doesn’t understand. To confess would be less helpful than mixing regrets with intentions. Saying sorry is the least I could do, but would you encourage sincerity or merely wonder what it was all for and how I could band together so many promises on layaway? Together seems an impossible concept when you consider how tightly the seams of self are stitched and wound without a shelf within big enough to separate ulterior motives from compromises. You can’t digress from what never was, and I bet when I see your face again, I still won’t know what to say or even how to begin. Apologies need reasons to exist, even when the list of sorries is as long as time and just as elusive. Allow me to explain. No, forget it. An explanation won’t suffice until my promises quit passivity and match your unwavering trust in me.
This was beautiful. I have second hand experience with addiction, I love an addict. Unless you have dealt with it I’m not sure you could understand this essay fully but wow does it resonate. Thank you!
Hello ! I have no idea why or how you “follow” me!?
because I've never written anything here! ;) (mostly reading, and following/using some illustration publications) and mostly free ones, because of money ..
So out of curiosity I read some of your pages (with the distorting help of automatic translations, sorry!) and I liked it.. so hello!! and keep going! (and beautiful photos)
Allow me to explain. No, forget it. An explanation won’t suffice until my promises quit passivity and match your unwavering trust in me. --> The irony of writers. Keeping our actions aligned with our wor(l)ds.
As you can see I'm binge reading your newsletter. I'm sold. Thank you for sharing Corey.
This is beautiful...
"as sturdy and inconspicuous as my pain" -- beautiful
Admire the uncloaked honesty here.
Sometimes it is hard to decide which is the toughest thing to do; apologize, or live life in such a way that you never have to apologize. Best wishes.
This was great Corey.
I feel as though each sentence has so much power and depth to it.
Very engaging and very thought-provoking.
I especially liked the line — “Together seems an impossible concept when you consider how tightly the seams of self are stitched and wound without a shelf within big enough to separate ulterior motives from compromises.” — that was brilliant.
Oh my again. Love this depth of words so neatly tied together. They poked me open, knowing. Thank you Corey.
"Apologies need reasons to exist, even when the list of sorries is as long as time and just as elusive." oh my God yes!!