Posts tagged Just Above My Head.

Then I do remember,in my dream, the beginning of a song I used to love to hear Arthur sing, Oh, my loving brother, when the world’s on fire, don’t you want God’s bosom to be your pillow? and I say to him, in my dream, No, they’ll find out what’s up the road, ain’t nothing up the road but us, man, and then I wake up, and my pillow is wet with tears.


    — James Baldwin, Just Above My Head (thanks, halfbakedserenade)

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