My memories play out around me, in the white

Everything from the day I was born

to the day I was replaced...

Nothing is left out, not a single thing

Not a word

Every humiliating day of my existence, forever told on a screen of white.

Replay was on, over and over in a loop it would play. Days on end...

I was an echo, only a cycle on an infinite loop. I was nothing more than a ghost of time.