RENÉ MAGRITTE (1898-1967) - L’ÉTAT DE VEILLE
We took the bones out from the road
Those endless nights that we traveled we stole
You let your clothes fall to the floor
And lit a fire while I waited for more
I keep questioning whether it’s my favorite color. But every time I look out onto the beach and see the different shades of blue from water to sky I question why I ever questioned it at all.
Miles To Go by CC
Maybe flowers will never grow on our fists. Maybe we will never sing the correct words. Maybe our pens will bleed dry. Maybe the jokes will grow old. Maybe the ocean will swallow us all whole. Maybe the sun will burst.
Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.
But for now, at least for now, in this glorious rainy night,
I hope in my heart of hearts that we will last until we are both brave enough to take our coffee black without flinching.
I will be with you until that day and beyond.