Abandon your thoughts to keep your mind blank; bare like the walls of a dental office; clear like a polished mirror. Don’t let anything back in, even the thought of your aging mom - forget her impending mortality. Grasp you love for him because Hurt can come from even the lightest places. Ignore the world’s problems, just focus on “empty”. Keep your mind like space, let there be nothing, not even air. Make your plan now, neglect anything other than this plan. Oblivion will welcome you now, Pure Spirit. Put this plan into action quickly, before the feelings return to ******* over. Spotless. Trigger step one and fill your pistol: unload it into your brain. ****** mind now dead, white unconsciousness harbors. Xylographed onto the coffin: “Young but no longer sad”. Zen at long last.