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February 26, 2021
If ever there was a time, a place, a year for the mixing of...
If ever there was a time, a place, a year for the mixing of dreams, the combining of hopes, it is this time, it is this place, it is this year. I’ve been thinking a lot about what all can separate us, what all can divide us and make us feel isolated from the world, from one another. I’ve been thinking about ways to overcome this, and it turns out, even thinking of this helps to do so. This is the point, I think, that we need to focus more on what unites us, rather than what estranges, what we share, not what else makes us split. If the same effort was expended on this act of pouring, this blending of hopes, fears, dreams, wishes, that was used up on pointing out and highlighting our differences, what a place this would be.
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Mix yours into mine,
the colors that you dream of,
the hues of your hopes.
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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February 25, 2021
This is The Never Was #41. This is true, some artist wired up...
This is The Never Was #41. This is true, some artist wired up this light thing to a tree stump and hooked it to a sound system and played it like a record. Needle of shine. It played a song. Truly it did. I wonder what song our bones would sing, cross sectioned an eon from now. (at Link in Bio)
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Yes, that is baby me. Also, I took a real deal Enneagram Test...
Yes, that is baby me. Also, I took a real deal Enneagram Test the other day, and I don’t understand what it means that I was nearly a tie between four different numbers. I was a 5 by one point, followed by a three way tie between numbers 8, 7, and 2. Anyone wanna tell me more?
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* Also, today happens to me one rad dude’s birthday, Henry Michael, Happy Birthday buddy, you are brilliant, funny, challenging, and beyond unique. We love you dude, and I hope your day is perfect! Everyone wish him a happy birthday and tell him where you’re saying it from?!*
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I could live on it,
sustenance of nostalgia,
meals of memory.
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Link in Bio)
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February 24, 2021
Years on years on years I’ve been spilling out words, telling...
Years on years on years I’ve been spilling out words, telling some long winding story, my story, our story. They culminated here, in this photograph, in this pause between those chapters and the rest we will write together, they all came to the front of me and poured out of my eyes and cracked my voice like a desert floor. Then came the rain, all that salt stored up from all that time waiting to say them, to write them, to read them aloud into Scottish rain. I broke reading these words, full and wholly, I shattered over and again, she held it together so much better than I did, for it felt like a setting down of a weight that I’d held for ages, for eternities. A turning of a page has a sound, it has a tangible feel, it has a smell and I know now it’s cracking voice, it’s old pages between fingertips, it’s heather after an October misting, it’s her skin beneath that dress, it’s the Harris tweed once rained upon.
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I don’t know what words will come next, what words will be buried beside all the ones already written, what pages and chapters will continue this story, our story, but I know I’ll write them daily, I’ll glance over in the moments of first light each morning, and I’ll be thankful. We are made by the love we chase, made by the love that finally soothes the stormy seas in us, we are made by the risks that bring us home.
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One day, many days from this day, I hope they find everything I have ever written, I hope they dissect them and find that this was our tale, this was our love, and we did it right along the way. I hope they see that I was the man who waited, and you were the woman who risked it, and together we carved out a little place on a big planet, and tried our very best to leave everyone we found better than they were before us. I hope.
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Now, it’s back to writing, there’s more story to tell.
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When they find these words
they’ll finally know our tale,
the love that made us.
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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"When they find these words
they’ll finally know our tale,
the love that made us."
they’ll finally know our tale,
the love that made us.”
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
February 23, 2021
This is The Never Was #40. I will be 40 this summer, which is...
This is The Never Was #40. I will be 40 this summer, which is weird. My candle wish will be this. (at Link in Bio)
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"Inside everything
is a something made of light.
Look for how it shines."
is a something made of light.
Look for how it shines.”
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
We forget sometimes, lose sight of the shine in everyone. We get...
We forget sometimes, lose sight of the shine in everyone. We get so bogged down in how we are different, we forget to notice that we’re all bursting with starlight.
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Inside everything
is a something made of light.
Look for how it shines.
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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February 22, 2021
The Never Was #39. All you bibliophiles know. You know. (at...
The Never Was #39. All you bibliophiles know. You know. (at Link in Bio)
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"Words like branches grow,
tall trees from this poetry.
Forest from my ache."
tall trees from this poetry.
Forest from my ache.”
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
