La Danseuse feat. Anna Patterson
I was born to see it, all of it, and I cannot fathom an existence in which I do not cross the boarders and wander into the waiting hands of so many different worlds.
These are aching hands, feeling their age, their overuse from tasks they never intended on completing, from years of holding up, months of tearing down, from pens grasped and ancient keys slammed home, ink into page.
Know that I see the calluses, that below them tenderness awaits, know that aching though they may be, there is strength left, there is more than enough to carry you.
Run... run from it. You will get there.
Let us venture out, and never worry where we fit.
I will haunch over and gasp for breath, I will rise steady and slow, I will shrug the blows absorbed, and walking forward, I will grin.
Words and written by Tyler Knott Gregson
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