Once, I dreamt I carried a body on my back. It was shrouded, like the bodies from Death Stranding, cocooned in linen. I labored through a desolate land, and I knew that on my back I carried the body of Christ. In my dream, I thought to open the wrappings, but I was afraid. The body was too light, too frail, to be a living man. I feared I would find only dry bones and see the Savior crumble to dust between my fingers.
I have a similar founding dream that has given me mission and purpose. It's more about being in hell or purgatory (but probably hell) and I painted it. cathartic
I have a similar founding dream that has given me mission and purpose. It's more about being in hell or purgatory (but probably hell) and I painted it. cathartic
but the best way to get it out is to act on it
Very, very good my friend.
wow
so
good