and i wonder. how does it feel like to sublime?
to turn from something so firm, to something so vulnerable,
lighter than a feather, and gone with a breeze.
a thin sheet of grey, blanketing the metal surfaces.
as i hide behind the cover of the mist,
floating among whispers and wishes,
watching the world through the eyes of a fly on the wall.
maybe one day, i'll learn how it feels like to drift away,
and then escape from the grasp of cold hard reality.
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