I read this in a book I bought for you last weekend:
I want to die from longing, and never
live in boredom. I want there to be,
in the depth of my soul,
a hunger for love and beauty.
As I observe mankind, I see
that those who are satisfied are the most
wretched, and the most attached to matter.
I have also heard the sighs of those
who are full of desire and longing
and have found in them a gentleness
sweeter than the sweetest melody.
I heard you sigh,
inspiring
aspiring
