““Forgetting. Yes, I will forget it all. One after the other. The roads I crossed. The roads I did not. Everything that happened. And everything that did not. I am not going to transport anymore, nor drag the silent past, or that 'me' who was more beautiful and bigger than I could ever be. I will shake off the weights thickening my mind and sight, and let my heart see the sun as it dies. Let a new morning's light open my closed eyes. Death, is that you here? Good Morning. Or should I say Good Dark?””