Where Dreams Die
Where Ideas are Buried
Where the Unfulfilled go to Rest
Where the Unfulfilling go to Roam
Where the Unfulfilled and Unfulfilling go to... well, you get the idea
Here's a story about a person who traded in their Creatives for a Golf Swing:
Meet John, a once-aspiring artist who sold his paintbrushes for a set of golf clubs. He now spends his days hitting balls into a net, wondering what could've been.
He traded in his dreams for a dreamcatcher's worst nightmare.
John's grave is located at: Where Dreams Go to Die
Or if you'd rather not think about it too much, visit: Let the Grief Settle
What Lies Beneath