As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
No gasp at a miracle that is truly miraculous because the magic lies in the fact that you knew it was there for you all along. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Their words of encouragement were just what I needed. I was doing a great job, and I appreciated their cheers.I felt a dormlike camaraderie in the burn unit, since each of us knew the challenges we were facing like no one else could, and therefore how meaningful each triumph was. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Your words like wings gravity they defy.My heart like a leaf on the wind catchin' rides.We make too much sense to foolishly pass it by.So I'm taking a rainbow up to the 5th floor.Steppin' out to see that you're really worth more. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Consult.../what reinforcement we may gain from hope,/If not, what resolution from despair. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
O Allah, You know me better than I know myself, and I know myself better than these people who praise me. Make me better than what they think of me, and forgive those sins of mine of which they have no knowledge, and do not hold me responsible for what they say. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Lord, help us root our feet to the earthAnd our eyes to the roadAnd always remember the fallen angelsWho, attempting to soar,Were seared instead by the sun and, wings melting,Came crashing back to the sea.Lord, help root my eyes to the earthAnd stay my eyes to the roadSo I may never stumble.) Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Your dreamers. You ridiculous children. You dancing grinning fuckups. Here is your bright future. Your earnest, saccharine hope. How does it taste dripping from the neck of everyone you love? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>