sublimey

James Bowden

Life is sublime (1b) sometimes and it breaks my brain. Which is to say, I wish I didn’t think so much. Which is to say, constantly analyzing everything is a coping mechanism. The feeling of bare legs and feet on my sheets, not too hot, not too cold. Reminiscence through a ridiculously strong mental tether. A feeling of softness and cleanliness. I kiss you goodbye and go to. I mean to read my book, but I close my eyes and am lost within.

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See definition of sublime, referenced by (1b).