Mato

Double-Meaning Dreams

The movie in the dark, the reel of film in my slumber, the rolling expressions from within snap me into action on the otherside of sleep. The images are allegories, the placement of characters are directional patterns, props are ironic suggestions, and sounds are worded emotions whereas words are fears.

I shake my bed-hair head in a quiet, black room and get the sense I missed out on some big event which I desperately try to recall, capture in my fleeting memory. Meanwhile I also process my incredible sense of urgency to comprehend some new direction I'm to follow...when I figure out the puzzle-piece meanings displayed in that cloak of rest.

Altered

You aren't the reflection I feel like I appear to be
Anymore
Not with those who surround me
Fake act
Slight hand
Juke emotion
Double speak
Shift eyes and dodge my slip from perceived
Worth

Not Usual

He said that I need to wait and see.

The new cubicle was flipped left to right.

I was given a business card from a Marta traveler who is planning on buying a house for me to live in and maintain.

The new hire turned around and smiled at me like she knew who I was which made me confused.

The folks at lunch were quiet today, like it was a funeral.

My empty desk had large dust puffs and an artistic shaped paperclip left to show my impact on the company for over two years.

Smiles and sad looks and half smiles and silent handshakes and clipped conversation greeted me amidst loudness, the vocal volume of my new department's vocation.

She wasn't home or else wasn't in the mood to talk.

The day was bright and this night feels thick and dark and full of detriment, spicing the disarry of my day with whimsy and distrust and abject removal of familiarity.