I Would like to be

I Would like to be a gosht.
I Would like to be seen.
Just to be like a semitransparent purple smoke.
Flying from nowhere to anywhere.
Like an unknown future,
Likea forgatten past.
I would like to live one million of light year from here.
I would like to be like that diminute star that nobody might notice during a night in the beach of inexistent memories, of unreal thoughts, of prohibited feelings and desires.