#halfasleep

Typewriter Series #2481 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Originally written to be sung as part of an Opera performed all over Europe. Posting here just to share, if I get a clip of the opera, I will post for certain.

Text for Tired Eyes:

I lived there for a time, told myself it was home, I loved there, too, for a time, told myself it was enough.  I fumbled through this bardo, this borderland between wake and some slowly lumbering slumber, decorated myself with the ash of the day that came before.  It burned to let sprout all that will come, but first, this.

Am I split, am I splintered, am I cut in two? Wrapped up in a hollow place, do I have to dream just to find you?  Fragments of a man, of a mind, half asleep and fighting to stay awake.  Sometimes, I don’t know which are stars, and which are sparks; one warms, both shine.

Find me here, I called it home once, I can again, Find me, now, and brush the fire from my skin. I have spent a lifetime wondering why, I can hear the crackling of flames, just before I fall asleep.