We all walk a line, some lines divide, some lines stay straight, some thin over time, but our lines connect sometimes, forever, for a little, no one knows how long they connect. Sometimes they connect for a little then they break and move. The thinning line means death approaching, the crossed line means a meeting, the connected line means to meet someone. Each line is different, each line has a purpose. Some lines are cut by others, these are the erasers. The erasers would cut a thinning line before the person can no longer walk it. Once a line breaks, the dead person is carried away by nothing. Death means the inability to live again. I'm nearing my thinning line soon, so stay by me until it fully thins