Madness
The latest in my dreamlife.
I woke up and put my glasses on. Went about my day. Not realizing that the right lense had been twisted in a flip and a half-knot over the nose with the bridge piece. With my right eye, I saw my internal impressiosn and judgements on all persons and incidences throughout the day. With my left eye, I saw reality. With both eyes open, I could not distinguish between the two and they vacilated back & forth. And it was a lovely sort of madness.
The computer was a solid medium for my words and expressions.
The computer was a portal that bled softly into the energy surrounding the monitor and wisped out in blue and grey, silky white threads.
The coworker was a woman who fiddled with her hair and talked on the phone too much.
The coworker was a demon who sucked emotional energy, inspiration, and productivity from those who crossed her path.
The phone was sitting there, in my purse quiet. Cracked faceplate of Hello Kitty on it.
The phone was taunting me. Giving me guilt trips. And sinking slowly into the desk as the person that I was hoping would call me became ever more inert & vaporous in the vision that I could see in a sketch of cloudy mist over the mouthpiece.
A flower was there in a vase at lunch. Red, with little yellow pistils that trembled as the waitress brought the meal.
A flower was there, a phsyical expression of ecstasy that called out for me and begged me to join her in blooming out my spirit to crack beyond my ribs and skin that held me back. I whispered to the flower that I feared being cut at the stem. She laughed and became quiet again.
This morning I wore my contacts and was glad.
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