Allison Imagining:
I've dreamt in my life dreams.
Allison Imagining:
Tranquility
Allison Imagining:
Spirit.
Allison Imagining:
This is me.
Allison Imagining:
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
Allison Imagining:
Nothing can last forever.
Allison Imagining:
Felicitous Composition.
Allison Imagining:
Vacivity.
Allison Imagining:
A dream within a dream.
Allison Imagining:
Spectral apparitions danced among the smoke and flames like old friends reunited.
Allison Imagining:
Translucent threads shimmering like spiderwebs caught by morning's grace.
Allison Imagining:
Nothing seems as it was before.
Allison Imagining:
A world of fragile things.
Allison Imagining:
Snow itself is lonely.
Allison Imagining:
The surest cure for vanity is loneliness.
Allison Imagining:
She had a thousand facets to pride herself in, yet she chose to dwell on the one that shamed her.
Allison Imagining:
She was detained by the frail, long hands of reverie.
Allison Imagining:
This is a tragic story fate and ticking clocks.
Allison Imagining:
Drink up sweet decadence.
Allison Imagining:
Her world was just beginning and everything was new, and she was utterly convinced that nothing could hurt her.
Allison Imagining:
Porcelain.
Allison Imagining:
Everyday the sky becomes a fire whose toungues of flame will suffocate the doubts of day.
Allison Imagining:
And candy clouds of lullaby.
Allison Imagining:
Similitude and breaking tides.
Allison Imagining:
What is it like to be forgotten?
Allison Imagining:
Beauty Rendered Chaos
Allison Imagining:
The Captive
Allison Imagining:
I tell my love to wreck it all.
Allison Imagining:
Let me stay.
Allison Imagining:
With metal on our toungues and silver on our lungs.
