I’ll never be your junkie.

Oh my ways are very deceiving, I’ll admit you this.

Imagine your lungs expanding inwards.

It is odd. In the loud, one cannot hear voices. Attempts to differentiate distinctions are disturbed by the overbearing clamor of sounds. Yet— in the quiet, arguably, one hears not anything, because it is as such. Simply that. The quiet. The loud and the quiet, particular opposing forces, are not quite the same. But [...]