They can only see themselves as someone who didn’t and therefore only support and align themselves with that person.
So spot on, I will definitely be using that.

And as we close out this stadium sized service, a selection from ACus/DCus…..if you want blood.

I’ve lost sight of how to harness that energy passion and excitement and wonder if it is time for the morning to come where I too become a memory soon forgotten.

All that I chose to do instead of giving into the chase had picked up and left home for the last time, grown up and found their own way, and become nearly as scarce as the magic of the chase.

With it a solemn somber solitude as it becomes a memory marked by a path of wreckage from the wake the journey home begins. Only now home has become a memory as well.

The storm would hit full of excitement, uncertainty, and its own splendor to embrace. A dance with elements no longer able to be contained and a rush that can only be felt in that razor’s edge between excitement and disaster. As surely as dawn will come the storm would pass.

The rumbling sounds in the distance summoned all of the built up tension and energy itching to be triggered. A bolt ignited and gave direction. Chasing the lightning like a banshee through the night nothing mattered but the pursuit.

Yes I would say lots of things are working in your favor. Drink sprite and fight with spite.

Omg… same hitachi !! Same.