I let go of the burdens I carry, I carry these burdens for myself voluntarily. I feed my mind immoral thoughts, the world lays on a table. The thoughts of my own false narrative mind, the unconscious that flows in the dark cracks, it is a false self interpretation of who I am. My mind, soul, and body which represents life. Life. It is all for nothing and for everything. The pain that is felt, omits life. Everything you feel ushers the dime light, whispers heavier, whispers without silence, talking to you is the world.