#the inherent melancholy of being a ghost... (wistful sigh)

[danielpowell]

I have dreams about being a ghost.

Not in a traditional sense, I should clarify- it is a feeling more than anything. I can't be seen or heard or felt. I can't help but feel the invisibility.

Most of the time the cause of death is a mystery, even to me. I briefly wonder if my unknown death is what keeps me anchored to this plane of existence. Briefly. It fades as quickly as my loved ones' memories of me.

That is if they have any at all. More often than not I witness them carry on without even a thought of me. No one notices my absence. No one looks for my body. Any trace of me is unseen or interpreted as someone else's doing.

I may as well have not existed at all.

I am forced to watch as time passes and they live freely. The Earth turns without me in its rotation and only when no trace remains of me do I return to the void.

I am nothing.

I suppose I always was.

Is it selfish to wish for grief?

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