alyssa.watson:
Monotony
alyssa.watson:
Up and away
alyssa.watson:
Tea, anyone?
alyssa.watson:
...
alyssa.watson:
Pillars
alyssa.watson:
Oh, all the time.
alyssa.watson:
And the sweetness will come back to haunt you.
alyssa.watson:
Shards of insecurity.
alyssa.watson:
I had forgotten the world had such a capacity for quiet.
alyssa.watson:
Down to earth.
alyssa.watson:
Tired of knowing everything without ever being sure.
alyssa.watson:
It's a balancing act, my dear.
alyssa.watson:
Her feet moved like small creatures over the floor, quiet & unconcerned with anything but the business of dancing.
alyssa.watson:
Unaccustomed dawnings.
alyssa.watson:
The particulars.
alyssa.watson:
Perfect stranger.
alyssa.watson:
Too fundamental.
alyssa.watson:
Restless fits of not knowing.
alyssa.watson:
Pause.
alyssa.watson:
There might be something.
alyssa.watson:
Happy just because.
alyssa.watson:
Just a little temporary insanity, that's all.
alyssa.watson:
Longing for some certainty.
alyssa.watson:
The broken doll in everyone.
alyssa.watson:
To garrotte.
alyssa.watson:
And I can't remember me.
alyssa.watson:
And when I see you, I really see you upside down.
alyssa.watson:
In this kind of night.
