a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
i just like… i have this profound urge to go to an spn con or a comic con of any kind or even dashcon or something but no one i know irl would even entertain the idea of going with me and i just have a lot of feelings
some time ago, sam would have spent some part of his morning as a suppliant in prayer.
his faith has long since been extinguished.
and so instead of worship, sam walks.
he spots a brightly colored egg in the grass before him and stoops to pick it up. the plastic is smooth in his hand, weighted down by something inside. before he can pop it open, there is movement in his peripheral vision.
❝ is, uh, is this yours? it was just lying there, so i —-…. ❞