We are born so that we die

[Surai]

cut the ties that lone themselves over top everything. cut the threads that hold the mind and body in a string of illusions. And the animal that breaths inside our chest. Put down so that it may float up like a white shadow draped cloth, create wills of wills that topple over themselves pushing and pushing until it becomes one big mountain. But even then the scales could fit and never fill. Death is the will of escapes, where the worlds disapears, because it is truly your own world. We can pretend, we can pretend. This is the will of the world. So close your loops to find whatever it is that we envision where the sea of nothing envolopes of all matter.