stop creating believers, start creating the leaders
tell them who they should follow: nobody but themselves
especially if they hollow, especially when they empty
in desperate search for fulfillment
you the only person alive who holds the key to your healing
so you take it and you run with it
and keep going even when your sun’s hidden
because the time we spend in darkness when the rain comes
is where we often find the light soon as the pain’s done
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So I’ve been having a rough time lately. There’s been a lot of change in my life since I started and abandoned this little blog. I’m living with my two best friends in their enchanting little house that looks like it was plucked from a fairy tale into an urban neighborhood. I’ve had some new jobs, and met a lot of new people. I have a wonderful man in my life who never ceases to surprise me with his kindness and curious spirit. And recently I have been very lost. Unfortunately all this change has made me realize that I’m not the same girl I was a few years ago. My dreams have changed and I’m not sure I want the same things out of life that I did before. I have a lot of pain in my heart still, a lot of regrets and fears, and I realize now that I am letting the past keep me from living in the present and plan for the future. Re-discovering this blog has been another significant joy in the well of knowledge I have obtained this week. I still feel lost, I’m still directionless and confused but there is encouragement everywhere I go, and help where I seek it. I want to write more. I want to try and re-discover who I am. And I don’t want to give up, even if things are harder than they’ve been in a long time. So expect a lot more of me tumblr, good and bad!
It happens in an instant.
Dick Roman is grinning like a maniac and that smug expression, the one that makes you want to punch until your arms give out and shoot until there aren’t any more bullets, just freezes in place. No one else seems to notice, so you glance over your right shoulder, instinctive like gravity, to Sam, but he’s not moving either. In fact, no one else in the room seems to be breathing, swaying, sweating—not the demon bitch to your rear, the new King of Hell beside her, or the mad fallen angel at your shoulder. The Leviathan aren’t attacking, Crowley isn’t giving a snappy rejoinder in his million-dollar suit, and Cas isn’t muttering to himself about bees in a broken voice that once commanded armies in Heaven.
Welp, there goes my heart.