There’s something sad and melancholic about a jacket on a hook. It’s weighing down heavy, with no shoulders to be carried on. Tells stories about lives unlived and dreams unchased, stories of a person who never found the courage to break free from social restraints, someone who decided to live up to everybody else’s expectations instead of their own fantasy. Tales of regret and remorse on one’s deathbed, when we realize that maybe, maybe there’s nothing more to come. That this is all we had, this one lifetime. Serenades about everything that could have been said and could have been done. Lethargically it’s hanging still, yearning to be worn.