We each carry a burden assembled from the unspoken; the things we cannot, will not, say; our experiences and secrets. We carry in our minds, no matter how much we try and forget, the true versions of the stories we tell others. Even when you speak to your closest and dearest friend you never tell the full story, the whole truth, the real reasons. Our minds are vessels that fill up with our secret lives. Some burdens we carry sweetly, with fondness. Others we feel the weight of all our lives.