“All night you waited for morning, all morning for afternoon, all afternoon for night; and still the longing sings. Oh, paper bird with folded wings.” PoetryWaitingSadMetaphorDepressingIn The Next GalaxyRuth StoneInterminableNever Satisfied Book:In the Next Galaxy Source: In the Next Galaxy
“I inherited this longing. I was addicted to it. And so I was at home with those who wanted and never had enough. I was at home in the places that could never be. The places found only in dreams.” ImpossibleDreamsLongingInheritanceSonoraHannah Lillith AssadiNever Satisfied Book:Sonora Source: Sonora