i doubt if i'm 100/100 sane

Are you here? 

I have made it to return. Hardships of an astonishing year of mine in the college had made me bruised and healed. 

All I wished for was to stay away from this remote land. Maybe to a place everyone would eventually go to. Hell or heaven would never be my option of guessing. I succumbed to the evils of nature. I did not strike back. I was being hypocritical to the skins of people, to the very outside world of my eyes. I rode through waves of nerve-stimulating snickers of my shadow at nights, and screamed at the top of my bloated lungs in mind.

Be it or not, we were once broken, switching situations into farces as oblivion as our inner guardians do.

I am a ghost with pricks. 

I am a ghost who is unapproachable.

I am a ghost who has broken down from the inside.

I am a ghost that climbs over people and walls.

Blame me that I fall too hard,

on that indifferent and sick stone that lies upon my shadow.

Shout at my ear so I won't have to constantly remind myself,

of things that changed and deteriorated my sense of pleasure.

I have been sinking like a drone,

too pathetic to ask for resurrection that would throw me back through my inert past.

Keep the door closed please,

so I won't have to face the poignant, evil side of the unseen.

I barely move because I am not consumed,

The lights busted into thousand of elves,

the world stopped spinning in great evening,

the sudden recall triggered,

to where the midnight summer had hidden,

filled the floor cracks,

I trace back to the heart of ocean,

blue of skins of wonder ripples against each other,

my extremities falter,

air strikes my throat,

repelling whatever comes in.

I remember,

I couldn't flounder a sound,

even a quick breath you steal from me.

My eyelids flutter like cool chips,

I wouldn't want to miss a thing,

even if it burns a hole in my chest,

or it is frostbitten,

take any reprisals on me.

My hair stands on end,

bracing against the whistles,

of the orifices.

I could not stand the scent,

that carries me away,

To where you are going home, like storm like chimney blows, stand on stool like nobody’d show, with me you’d forever hope.

Hold my breath, we chant carols, with you like fruits juggle, river cries with no hollow, though time is not we owe,