“Hope lingers like a moon.”

I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.

I loved each and every one of your faces.

Tear me open and rest inside me.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.

For once I want to be something that lasts.

I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.

I am unbearably human.

The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.

Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.

Living is not living when I am living without you.

In order to create a new era full of peace and hope, we will do our utmost to solve various issues facing the world together with the international community.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy.

I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as a dying friend. I hold its hand and hope it will get better.

I’ve always wanted to make a career in the arts, and I think that my only hope at doing that is to make it more about the work.

It is necessary to create hope for tomorrow for farmers and businesses.

I’m here to spread a message of hope. Follow your heart. Don’t follow what you’ve been told you’re supposed to do.

There is always a way and always hope in the next sunrise, and in the next second, and in the next minute.