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.
1 comment:
LOVE the picture. I even get the words!! :)
Miss you friend.
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