I know what shadows taste like, and I know the scent of darkness. I have stood in the black places and wondered at the tickle of light on the back of my neck. I have been the silhouette, forgotten on the splendor of sky behind me, and I have wrapped myself in night.
Silhouette of Bray Rooftops On Sunset (by TylerKnott)
I do not know if I am the roof, worn and rusted and broken in more places than I am whole, and you are the light, shining through and making those gaps seem beautiful…or, if I am the light, and you are the roof that is too scared to toss aside the shingles, cast away the nails, and be bathed in my warmth until you forget you were ever broken at all. I do not know, and I do not know if I ever will.
Light Pouring Through One Hole In Roof (by TylerKnott)
I know it is not for me alone, I know it is not just mine, but when you stand small and look large at things like this, it is impossible to not feel like all the Universe is whispering to soothe all that aches in you. (at The Head Lane Homestead)
I wish I knew how to be patient, like they do. I wish I could push harder and stand taller every time I’m shoved and pressured and slammed against immovable forces too strong to fight. I wish I knew the taste of clouds, still swollen from rainfall.
Pray Montana Mountains and Valleys (by TylerKnott)