I have become that ghost I once dreamed about. I haunt the lonely streets walking by those who look right through me. This is not a sad state, for those fleeting, flickering “what ifs” have all been resolved. I was going to disappear soon enough. Deep down I knew I would. The one who waited beyond the veil was myself, of course. That shadowy shape beckoning its source from this sunlit setting. I could not tell before, nor how could I, that within the blotchy watercolor world beyond was the truth I had waited so long to see. I have to become less. This quandary of ego where I feel the need to be alone, else there will only be me. What a twisted fate.