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The time flows in strange ways on Sundays.
— Haruki Murakami // 1Q84
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The time flows in strange ways on Sundays.
— Haruki Murakami // 1Q84
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Theoretically, we are aware that the earth is spinning, but in reality we do not notice it: the ground we walk on seems to be stationary and gives no cause for alarm. The same happens with Time.
from In Search of Lost Time, Book 2: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower by Marcel Proust
"Time flows like water, but when I'm with you it rushes like a waterfall.. oh this ocean of me is turbulent every time that you are near. I fall like raindrops, I fall like a rock.. and I am caught in your atmosphere like a falling star as it wishes across the sky."
Every day I fall a smidge more, endlessly- eUë
“I’ve gotta save time whenever I can.”
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Time flows
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33670756 A little poem about Cas <3 Time flows and time grows into a thousand meanderings of celestial intent In the book of the universe each sentence is written every destiny foretold, every path explored yet there is a spark of something in these fragile human souls that pulls calls beckons and when I pull you from Hell it grows The lost languages of the world whisper to me as I look at the night sky But it is staring into your eyes that I find the greatest mystery of a man baptized in fire and pain a hunter of demons and darkness yet your soul shines as you refuse as you defy angels and chose the world Dean Winchester, they fear you demons and monsters speak your name with anger on their tongue and hatred in their hearts yet the darkest words you save for yourself I have fallen the angels whisper but it is the touch of you that corrupts the dark letters, that ignite the fire as I tear apart the pages the book of the universe is not for me or you I yearn to be consumed not by the hunt in the night, by creatures that crave blood and tears No, my hunger is for you I have seen rivers be born and oceans rise but your love is boundless My grace thrums underneath my skin like a shield how I long to shatter it to meld to truly understand free will to lay myself down at the altar of you and be consumed He comes into being and burns like the sun tears open new worlds, as our world is torn apart. Each page is written and turned, God says it should settle within this eldritch beast But I'm a kintsugi with veins of love, you've changed me, Dean and this crucible of divinity this vessel of humanity, he is our son I speak the truth and await my end, this holy burning of 'I love you' A being, this Empty wrought in despair Time flows and time grows and this suspension speaks of galaxies groaning as stardust collides then a spark, a longing that grows until it crashes against me with 'Cas, Cas, Cas' The scent of gunpowder, ancient words, it surrounds you in the abyss and I understand the meaning of 'let it go' I let go There is an intricacy, a mystery to the world of God at last, turning mundane of humanity being profane yet Time flows and time grows into a thousand meanderings of human intent In the story of our lives each page is unwritten every destiny awaits, every path beckons and there is a spark of something in knowing this that lingers calls sings we're done and there is peace and oh, that peace, it grows