And now I sit here and laugh as I think of you. I can't remember when you left me, only that you're gone. Even now the memory of you fades. That is why I'm writing this.In hopes it reaches you and that I may not forget. I'll etch these words upon my flesh, that way they will be with me always as I waste away in the whiteness of my world. Not sure what more I can take of this stark, barren whiteness. I'm thinking of painting it red. For even now this opaque colorless void makes me dizzy.