I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.199, Anchor

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.