#gremlin 09

[gremlin-09]

If some were only meant to walk a part of the path with us what do we do with all they've left behind. Their footsteps right next to ours, as imprints that do not fade. The fragrance of their soul still lingering at every turn. The transformations to the path they've walked on. Everything remains like a still ruin, so beautiful yet too little. What do we do with the time they took from us, rather than be prisoners in its loop.

[gremlin-09]

I don't like putting on the human suit. It tires me. The material scratches against my personality and there are rashes clustered in places that clashed against the fakeness. The knots at the back are too tight sometimes it chokes the peace out of me. It's so stuffy I sweat the happiness away and at times it gets too cold I could barely stutter out words. And even though it envelops me completely on most days, there are however those days. Those days the human suit gets a bit too revealing that a part of me leaks out through the seams that barely holds it together. I'm scared of those days you see. The parts of who I really am that I adore, sometimes turn out to be something entirely not perceived human at all. So I wrap the human suit around me a bit more tighter in hopes all of me stays inside. I don't like putting on the human suit. It tires me.

[gremlin-09]

No goodbyes are the hardest goodbyes.

It doesn't make any sound or action and all that's left behind is this vacuum void of answers. And no matter how much the questions tear apart your heart, the sense of closure won't even come close into the vicinity.

No goodbyes are silent, voluminous, and more painful than drowning.

Because you're still alive to feel every piece separate out from your heart as you slowly near insanity everyday. Waking up is a struggle, so is getting through the day with this huge weight you drag behind, tugging at your center of gravity, holding you down in your tracks.

No goodbyes are the cruelest.

No one cares or sees you rot, every breath stuck midway. Like the devil on your shoulder, it lives in your soul, gripping and clawing every single day until you die without closure.

[gremlin-09]

Do I want us to be parallel lines and spend the entire stretch of my length with you by my side, rather than be lines intersecting once to be apart forever after that one momentary collision.

Or do I want us to collide so hard we scatter open like a supernova that meeting you at least once for a short period in a lifetime would be worth more than being parallel lines with you and never having met you at all.

[gremlin-09]

Soul dipped in blue, the pain drips from the tears gnashed so deep. The tears pool and form a turbulent storm struck ocean. As I stare into the deep indigo, I can't tell between the sea and sky anymore. True, fire burns hottest at blue. Agony turns exponential at venetus. And the pain runs so deep that the blood isn't red anymore. It becomes mazarine. Pure mazarine.

[gremlin-09]

Aren't we all

Broken bits

Of a beautiful poetry

Always looking

For the missing lines

Hoping

To find at least a few

That rhymes