At one sitting

My dear, I wonder if you also grind your teeth breaking through the gloom. I wish I was able to drive us both in the morning... into the ocean, into our own everlasting productions. 

I’ve been out of credit in my phone for a while now and it’s not even bothering me much. I miss you so much so often. It would be nice to pick my bike and go find us outside ourselves around the corners. Nevertheless, your words keep watering destinations. Thank you.

Still dreaming of the road, you know.

Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere