It's been 14 years but I still feel the echoes of her. Shades of indifference lead me to the physical state I'm in. I relapse in memory. There are times when I feel my mind has been destroyed. The more I wanted to let go, the tighter its hold. I really would've been better off dead than to give the impression to anyone else that they don't matter. If I could disappear inside the machines, I'd be the ghost that lives inside.