With them Ghosts!

My eyelids fall, blocking light from reaching my pale and colorless senses. A beast I have become and a dweller of dark caves. A ghost, an unnoticeable presence, though alive, considered dead. Weird.. People think ghosts are dead beings who appear in life, might be true but there other type of ghosts you don't know about, the ones you ignore, the ones you neglect, the ones that screamed for a smile and starved for a gentle touch. The one you persecuted and deserted, the ones you pierced with your criticism, the ones you highlighted their failures. That girl with glasses and untidy hair, she looks on the ground as she walks, looks at the smartest boy and dreams about him knowing she can never be with him, she's only a ghost, to him she's transparent, invisible.. Not even a woman, not worthy of a man. A dog and an insect. There is an old man, he sits at the sideway. Eating some sandwiches wrapped in oily newspapers. His jacket lasted many winters, and his shoes have survived many wholes. His watch rarely works, and his hair flows wild. He looks at you as you drive your car, or as you joke with your friends, he smiles maybe you could spare him some of the luxury that you yourself consider normal. He's only a reflection that sweeps by your windshield as you drive on by. Unnoticed, He is a ghost. I saw a mother, down on the ground, sweeping the floor for her mistress, She bends and twists, her bones hurt and her back burns, her knees crack and squeak and her pride lusts for a word of praise or appreciation. Her master the 13 years old child throws an empty wrapping, she crawls and picks it up, as if she was given hands and he wasn't meant to use his! She's a shadow and a ghost to him. I saw a young man, though not a super model, but a genius, alone he walked, alone he dwelt, and alone he died. He used to talk to you on the phone but you never paid attention to his words, wasn't interesting to you cause he never subjected your mind to foolishness nor supported your stupidity, You called him boring and lame, thought if you listened to his advice you would have avoided your shame! And though you didn't know where he went, he knew where you are.

And you scream at night you think you saw a ghost! And your hair turns white from fear! Dear there are no ghosts, those you see are the ones you decided not to notice, the ones you closed your ears to their screams and their needs that you could provide easily.

I choose, not to be with you. I will choose to be one of them ghosts rather than sharing your lifetime of nonsense, I don't care. I close my eyes and here they are, friends. Outcasts of that sick human community. Rejects of people like you. I have heard their screams, heard their stories, lived their lives. And believe it or not, there is more truth and value in them that in those books you were proud to study. Don't tell me your a priest, don't tell me you are man of God! Don't pretend you are a minister or a president! I don't care. You see all good you did for your friends and even boost about all hell you broke loose against your enemies. What in all that is worth to be proud of? your selfish foolish undeveloped animal nature? Or is it your self-righteous claimed to be civilized life? What have you made out of the human race? Pretenders! Clones and Fakes! No Clone who you want, I shall not join you in your foolish heaven. I choose them ghosts, those rejects, there is more life in them dead than those who claim to be alive.

For days I have thought, I earnestly watched people. I even put on their minds, their lives and their skins. I walked in every way man has ever paved. Did all people did in secret and in public. And it's all the same! Nothing is new! And most of all, It's all a sick perverted song of one who seeks love. But Love couldn't be found in the arms of a prostitute or with the partnership of a pervert homosexual being. Love is not a fetish fulfilled nor a lust achieved. Love is not what you get when you are rich or when you succeed. Love is not to be found where matter prevails. You dwell in the land of salt and vinegar, you dig wells and you seek water but all you get is bitterness and regrets. There is no water for you, you live and die in your filth. But those who walk away from your paths shall find the life and the essence of existence, and they shall have their lives and more over. I go with them ghosts, and together we will find us Life.