To be unbroken, what would that be?If words that were spoken, had not shattered me Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I think hope is the worst thing in the world. I really do. It makes a fool of you while it lasts. And then when it's gone, it's like there's nothing left of you at all . . . except what you can't be rid of. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
HELP!”I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listening out-..It’s empty.Viola’s breathing heavy in my arms .And Haven is empty.I reach the middle of the square.I don’t see nor hear a soul.I spin around again.“HELP!” I cry.But there’s no one.Haven’s completely empty.There ain’t hope here after all. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are. For now I know the means of the infinite and it all starts and ends with you. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
What we have at the moment isn't as the old liturgies used to say, 'the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead,' but a vague and fuzzy optimism that somehow things may work out in the end. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
And indeed it could be said that once the faintest stirring of hope became possible, the dominion of plague was ended. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Above all shadows rides the Sunand Stars for ever dwell:I will not say the Day is done,nor bid the Stars farewell. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>