The quietest sound is my own life fading away. I used to dream in color. Now it's all just gray static. She used to know my name. I keep waiting for the old her to come back but it's just a loop playing. Over and over. Like a broken record. I can't even remember the last time I left this damn county. Wonder if the ocean is still blue. Wonder if I'll ever see it again. I'm so tired of being a ghost.