Enough to call it everything, that’s how I’d word it. Enough to say I was emptied out, refilled, and was emptied out again. I gave all I was, all I knew I would be, and I hoped secretly and silently it would be enough. I poured it into you, I saturated you with every drop of my …
Strange how little we know of this universe, of this strange blur surrounded thing we call life. We are so very small in the face of all the rest, pinp…
Tyler Knott Gregson
They call it Imposter Syndrome, but I think there’s gotta be another name for another variation on this. I think sometimes we don’t doubt ourselves, as…
Tyler Knott Gregson
We’re back folks! Time for another round of seeking advice, and hopefully getting something helpful in return. As always, I’ll do my damn best to help …
Tyler Knott Gregson
The Sunday Edition
Tyler Knott Gregson
The falling is written, preordained and assigned to us long before we’re a whisper of a thought, a tiny hinting glimmer in our parent’s eyes. The crash…
Tyler Knott Gregson
Slow thing, Springtime. Slow enough to call it painful, excruciating even. What they don't tell you, is that there’s a Springtime to our soul, as well.…
Tyler Knott Gregson
There are others around, more like us, you know this don’t you? You’re not alone here, you never have been, you are one dancing spark off a torch dripp…
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