by Olivia
“When I came to visit you / That's when I knew I could never have you / I knew that before you did / Still I'm the one who's stupid / And there's this burning.” A fire that sears past the heart. A burning of passion engulfing a person looking for warmth. A burning desire for another person close. Yet above all, it's the burning realization that your soul, whole and alone, holds more worth than any love. Everybody needs to feel that burning–the kind that leaves you blinking at the ceiling at 3 A.M., wondering if you’re the one who’s being selfish and denying the one who finally walked forward the love they so willingly wanted. Everybody needs to leave the party, or the city, or the version of themselves they built for someone else. Everybody needs to stand in the ocean at dusk, sand on their skin, and finally think about themselves. In the end it’s us against our own drive to value ourselves more than a relationship. Because where do you put all the love when the person it was for isn’t the one? What do you do with all the wanting, all the music, all the ache? You don’t bury it. You don’t give it away. You carry it. You paddle out into the water with it. And you let it take you home. Home to your heart. You then can realize you are valuable. Third-Eye-Blind confronted the raw space of solitude and love, a space not filled with distraction or noise, and replaced it with the burning of the singer's soul. The longing feeling of caring for one's true self.