life is melting too sweet to stand so sweet that your teeth ache for more, just always a little more
c'est sublime
the color of the sky is melting from intense to understanding so brooding from aggravation red to regretful navy so many colors, variations on being
c'est sublime
the ground is melting starting to die the grass doesn't prickle no sensations to feel where you lie besides sinking to be covered before a new season comes
c'est sublime
it is melting dripping down your skin hot wax into freezing water you want it, you leave it you desire it, it consumes you without qualms the ultimate paradise