I am a ghost, draped in the beauty of my unseen qualities Invisible to the eyes of the living, but no less beautiful I wander through the fine mists and dense fog seeking out others like me, searching for connection in this ethereal realm.

The living is bound by what they can touch, taste, smell, and hear but we, the ghosts, are free from such constraints we find beauty in the intangible, in the unseen and the unspoken We long for connection, for the tender touch of another ghost.

But the living fear what they cannot see and so I remain hidden, a ghost in the mist yearning for a world where my invisible qualities are celebrated, where I can find my fellow ghosts and revel in our unseen beauty.

This is for you and all the other ghosts out there may we find each other in the fine mists and dense fog and embrace our invisible beauty, no less real than that of the living for we are ghosts, draped in the beauty of our unseen qualities.

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