I could never compete with that ghost who eventually took a name and a face. Not even in memory, where i become a ghost like him...Ah, but i was a ghost who stayed, too long, and in the harsh and unforgiving light of day, I lost my magic- i was seen through, and became all too ordinary.

What cannot be grasped will always be sought, always perfect, always intact, unchallenged...beautiful and just out of reach...

The ordinary, that which is available and can be known enough to dissapoint, will never measure up...

But that's ok, because in that impossible image, even if it were true...I still see something i never want to be.