I walked past a church this morning full of people praising and worshipping the Lord. I was happy for them and also a bit jealous because they can believe in a bearded man who lives in the sky and cares about them. Must be nice.
You ever have a super vivid dream where you’re hanging out with someone you knew 20 years ago… and you wake up realizing you can’t tell them about it because they’re either dead or contacting them would be creepy?