Typewriter Series #1741 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I will not offer promises, for life spills and stains the intent from time
to time; I will not offer guarantees. I will not speak of resolutions,
of all that needs fixing, in all that I am. I will not speak of where
we went wrong, what we broke, what we did not scream loudly enough
for, or against. I will not speak of the misdoings, I will not speak ill
of those that were filled will ill will. I will say this, of the year that
is to come, and I will mean the words I say:I will be more. I will be louder for truth and I will not abide
the evil of indifference or apathy. I will lend my voice to those
who cannot find theirs, or do not know the ways
to speak loudly enough for the causes they believe in. I will
leak gentleness and compassion when stabbed by the harsh
and tender lacking; I will bleed beautiful and honest blood
for all that deserves it. I will watch as these hands hold more
and push away less, as they soothe the aches, skin buried
or soul wearied, they find in people. This will be a year of
defiant regeneration and immaculate creativity. A year of
letting loose the tightly wound in me, the delicate uncoiling
of things long ensnarled around this quietly beating heart.
I will be more, and I will strive for nothing short
of illumination; the bright shining of light into
the darker spots in me, but more, I will strive to shine that light
onto everyone who feels theirs has gone out, all those that
forget the stunning shine of their own spirit.Come now hours, come days and months, come and
settle the storm we’ve been enduring. Come,
and with you bring
relief.-Tyler Knott Gregson-