Cigarette Smoke in the Dark

I realize I don't exist, souly a figment of my own imagination. That imaginary shadow that is only seen outside the void and seen by humanity for only seconds at a time throughout the hours of the day.
This Shell that is called a body holds no meaning of life, dead blue eyes, nothing can be seen behind them, soulless, with hardly a heartbeat, lifeless nearly.
But not dead. Although I try to bridge the two together,
There is never enough material to bring the two together.
And it's a damn shame as this Shell of a body smiles with delight at her as she talks, It takes everything in that she says. Every enjoyment of her life all that she likes and dislikes. It notices every little detail from top to bottom, her shiny hair so elegantly placed up and pulled back, her smile so perfectly beautiful, those eyes they sparkle like the stars in a midnight sky, with a perfectly placed noise that's so damn cute and adorable, it brings her face together so beautifully, that It wants to reach out and run It's hand down her cheek. But It knows touching perfection is off limits. So It just lights up another cigarette and lights hers like a gentleman and continues to talk with her about nothing of absolutely any importance. And I just keep wondering when my Shell will realize how absolutely useless It is to her and stop this nonsense and just stand there unnoticed like always.