Erase my mind, like you would, a board full of words, written in chalk, and more would well up from the inscrutable darkness, that cannot be named, or, contained. If they be words of light, it is evidence of a living star, deep within. They will draw you in and illumine your life. If they be words, full of a dark and relentless shadow, it is time for you to flee and to let me rot, for I’m already dead.