Thoughts

Ther is a big tree from where I can see. I can see everything I want: yellow, happy faces; blue, sad faces; long and short hair; jewellry. I see what the others can`t. I`m invisible and no one realizes. Nobody notices me and that`s good. It`s nice to be a ghost. I think all the time. Think of the past, of the things I should have done. I think of the future and I can see the black clouds that approach dangerously. I don`t want them to touch me, but I know they will, eventualy. At some point, they`ll get me, and by then it won`t matter matter how much I scream and ask for help. It`s useless anyway. Ghosts can`t talk and they can`t be heard. The world will be the same though. Nothing will change. Nobody will know that a ghost is no longer here. and that tree will loose enough leaves to get the attention of another ghost. He will know what to do. He will have the chance that this one never had. And the flowers will be so bright, and the people will be so happy, and shiny and transparent. The day that single ghost comes to that tree, the whole world will be better, and that`s why I`m asking, begging you, don`t force things. Go away and I`ll show you, in the distance, the many good things that are there, hidden from the rest. Everywhere. Please,go. Just leave, and I`ll find you. I promise you I will. I`ll know where you are. I`ll see you again some day. And when I do, I`ll have the courage to demonstrate you that there was something good on me. After all, I`m just a ghost, am I not?