Dear ghost,
How vain. Must you do so. Such vanity. It will fester in you. Crawl upon your skin to ruin every trace of what's true. Before the fire burns the emerald forest, realize that it is only Narcissus on the water. Blink once and witness the ripple that flows in the river.
You know. You know. That it's not the eyes. Not the eyes. It's heart. It's heart that sees all that is true and good.
Close your eyes. Let the dark teach you what life is.
Yours