Elios Silive

I could hear a little today, just whispers of words. Nothing I could make out but still it sounded like music compared to the nothingness I hear and feel inside my grey box. Sometimes I play a game to see what I remember, I recite the months, color patterns, multiplication fact, anything I can seem to remember so I don't forget. I tell myself what I look like what my parents look like but then comes the problem because I start to forget, what color was my skin, tan or pale, and my hair was it strawberry blond or snow white. I could not remember and at those times is when I feel truly alone and I wish, pray, scream at my grey box to let me go but it does not so instead I sit in my grey box and wait.