I dream of never being perceived
having the world never see me again
I’ll take up no space
just pass through bookshelves
and give the occasional shiver
just to prove that I still can
I want to be haunting
just in the back of the library
a legend people tell
but can never quite prove
pure speculation
I want to be a ghost
so no one can really look at me
living only in thoughts and conversations
but never on my own