When I stare into the mirror, I cant see….When I stare on forward into the mirror my mind , my soul, all go into their own journey……a revelation maybe… as Adam was to God I to the minds of a vacant sea …in other words…. lacking….? Is that what they call it when you miss the mark ? Or is there simply no word created to say I was not good enough?.......black……..I think that’s what I see. when I stare in the mirror I see nothing……..blank, empty, unwritten like an used scratch sheet. My hands are tied and my face to be unseen, I see nothing when I look here……..and yet when I stare at others reflections I see. Maybe my job is not to be seen or saw but to see……As no snow flake is ever the same I imagine same must be for me. As trees need water and humming birds crave the nectar sweet…… I listen Closely to all the mummers and voices I hear through the dodos…..and if the sprays of color enhance my greys just maybe , maybe for once I could get what I need….. Not to be heard or liked but to be seen.