What if...

A Body No More

While I had possession of a body, I thought it ugly and dull. My hair was the wrong shade, my eyes the wrong size, my nose the wrong shape, and my gut too large. So I defiled it with chemicals to make it react, and painted on it with permanent ink to make it more to my taste. Then, to worsen it, I filled it with holes to hang emblems to make myself sparkle. Oh, how a fool I was.

Now that it is gone, I can do nothing but float and think. My ghostly feet can tough no ground, and my fingers cannot feel the texture of a rose. I cannot smell popcorn, or taste delicious pastries. I cannot run, or feel the wind in my hair. I barely have control over little bursts of energy. All I can do, is be the specter of someone else misusing their gift.

Imagine reaching out your fingers to touch someone's arm, and it slips right through as though you weren't there. Human eyes do not see you unless you try real hard to be seen. These days, I long for even the pains of a knife through my skin, THAT at least would be something. The limits of my senses are sight and sound, I can speak, but to others it sounds like the wind.

When I see a misuser, I want to tell them what a gift they have, but there is so much darkness around them, I cannot.

I remember from mortal life that walls are solid, but now, they seem like air. I float into classes to learn, because that is all I can do.

Why had I so foolishly sought after worldly things, for short lived pleasures that left me more empty each time. I should have learned, and read, and filled myself with uplifting things that would not have pushed my to suicide. If I had a body still, I would have thumped myself in the head for such stupidity.

It is impossible to forget the absence of a body, for I can feel no warmth, or even cold, and my feet can no longer touch the ground. I can feel nothing, touch nothing, smell nothing.

Don't be like me, rejoice in what your body can do, instead of what it can't.

Sincerely,

The Sorrowful Ghost