Let me feel it all,
and let all of you feel me.
Skin, breath, fingers, heat.
and let all of you feel me.
Skin, breath, fingers, heat.
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How lucky are we to simply wake each day. How blessed to see the colors, the light. Do not lose sight of this, do not forget. When you treat each breath as a gift you never expected to get, it’s so much harder to be anything other than elated when you open them.
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Typewriter Series #400 by Tyler Knott Gregson
GPOY. Happy May Day. I hope more sun, more warmth, and more calm finds you. I hope you find more light to chase.
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Typewriter Series #399 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I wonder every single day what my eyes will see before they close for the last time. What all will fill my view and be saved to paint my dreams? Will you see it too?
If I leave my curtains closed whilst letting my dogs in from outside, when they run through they look like Pete’s Dragon. Rad.
Typewriter Series #398 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I need new letters to make new words to marry them in new sentences, for all I have fall short in doing justice all you are.
Typewriter Series #397 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I miss black sand on my feet and blue lips from surfing too long in water too cold. I miss bobbing in the sea in the shadow of a volcano and I miss waking up without a plan and going to sleep without the same. I miss you New Zealand and I hope each and every day you miss me too.
