all things go
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2019-01-11
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Typewriter Series #2481 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Originally written to be sung as part of an Opera performed all over Europe. Posting here just to share, if I get a clip of the opera, I will post for certain.
Text for Tired Eyes:
I lived there for a time, told myself it was home,
I loved there, too, for a time,
told myself it was enough. I fumbled
through this bardo, this borderland between
wake and some slowly lumbering slumber,
decorated myself with the ash
of the day that came before. It burned
to let sprout all that will come,
but first,
this.Am I split, am I splintered, am I cut in two?
Wrapped up in a hollow place, do I have to dream
just to find you? Fragments of a man,
of a mind, half asleep and fighting to stay
awake. Sometimes, I don’t know which
are stars, and which are sparks;
one warms, both shine.Find me here, I called it home once, I can again,
Find me, now, and brush the fire from my skin.
I have spent a lifetime wondering why,
I can hear the crackling of flames,
just before I fall
asleep.-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Source: chasersofthelight.com
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2019-01-08
(via everyday-inspiration)
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2018-12-31
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