Because If Even Their Own Eyes Would Be Averse To Such A Sight
To Narcissus
Good day as most days are as such, yet this one is not, I have been looking to meet another as I am. For loneliness is ever unhealthy for the heart (even if mine was lost long ago.) And for this very reason I am in trouble with myself for as much as I try I can not be seen. Not a mirror or my very own eyes want to see me. As I will talk you through it if this seems confusing. So as I am a ghost who has never been able to posses even the simplest of object (and I must say levitation is also a point of improvement for me as even small things can cause trouble from time to time.) I can not be seen. Which must mean for one simple thing: I am ugly.
This morning my mirror did not even see my very self stand in front of it, just as every other time since I became a ghost. And as we all know mirrors sole job is reflection of the observer and if one is rude enough to not even accomplish the sole job one has they must be stunned by the one thing they can do, reflect. This is one part of how I concluded that I am ugly the other is the fact that I nor the rest can seem to see me either.
I look down and I am greeted with nothing but the floor and others never seem to greet first when i walk down the street. So for this reason I must not be seen or worse be so ugly that to greet would be more expence than I am worth. which can only mean one thing that to say it plainly i am and will ever be (for one does not become visible easily): ugly.
Which leads to why I am in ever much of a trouble with myself. I have an occasion to attend with another ghost yet they can be seen for they have possessed an ever beautiful teacup. And for someone with such an appearance as me this is ever troubling. And even if my hideous sight won’t be seen by them either I would still be ugly. Ever a terror this is to me for love will pass me by ofcourse. Yet as a friend of mine said “It would be ever a pity if a soul as yours would remain alone for you are a good presence.” So for this I will meet the other and hope to be seen for the soul not the view.
With great love,
Annabelle
note: this story is not about me, mirrors love seeing me.