Sometimes I think being a ghost would work for me. I’d reside alongside my cat forever and travel the world visiting its wonders and spying on people just to learn about them. I’d read and be a ghostwriter (harhar) while having the inspiration of the eclipsed moon over the sea and the hushed ambience of the Redwood forest. I’d haunt my friends and they would know it’s me by the little golden hairs that would appear out of nowhere. I’d watch people play video games and distract them in various ways. I’d make deals with trees because in this world where ghosts are real, trees are also secretly alive and can tell me thw truth about events and remind me of distant memories that would steal watery space in my eyes.
I’d keep an eye on my favorite persons and leave creepy notes in on places. Like on the toilet lid. “GHOST ASS WAS HERE BTW.”
If I were a ghost, I’d probably be good at it. Not like creepy ghosts, just the type who weren’t good enough for heaven but too positive for Hell.
And you know I’d dance aaaaaaalll night long. Peeps be like, “why my music playan?!”
Yeah. That’d be cool with me.
Oooooooh man just had a thought that was hilarious but I can’t say it here. Oh well. As long as it is known that it was funny.