Do you ever wonder if you hadn’t gone minimalist in those moments you’ve missed? The chances now gone, the doors locked, the shades drawn. That other life, you’re convinced, it must’ve been such bliss.
Or maybe it rolls into a hurricane, the wind sharp and flaying, sea foam spraying, an endless hiss rising from an eternal infernal abyss. In those moments instead of risk you chose silence.
Maybe you need this.