Ink & Agony Poster Wall Art Print

Back when the crowds didn’t weigh so heavy, and the road still felt like freedom, not fate. Back when we were just nobodies stirring up hope in backwaters. No crosses, no betrayals—just stories, firelight, and dreams too big to speak aloud.

But dreams die, don’t they? Or maybe they don’t—they just get nailed down, buried deep, and wait for someone stubborn enough to roll the stone away.

Still, tonight’s not about resurrection. It’s about this table. This bread. These men. I’ll break it with them knowing damn well they’ll break me tomorrow.

And maybe that’s love. Maybe that’s the whole thing. Giving yourself to people who don’t deserve it. Washing the feet of the ones who’ll walk away. Offering peace in a world wired for war.

So I pour the wine. I break the bread. I smile even though my heart is screaming. Because after tonight, nothing will be the same.