I wear a mask on my face. During the night my eyes glisten through holes. The trees sway and the leaves rustle creating a theme song made for the restless nights. Animals roam throught bushes coming out to the still air and light from the moon. The sun has gone to sleep but the earth still turns and i am still wearing my mask. It is not time to show the world my real self. I will let the days pass until the wind whistles a certain tune and off it will be. Gone into the vast abyss that the night sky creates. I look up and still under the plaster my mind floats above my head creating a deep dark black hole full of mysteries and unanswered questions. I walk to the corner of the forest sitting still on the floor. I write stories on the blank slates in my head. When i am done i close my eyes and create pictures. The pictures are descriptive and slow. They are painted in colors not known here. And ehen these pictures are finished. I get up walk back home and i fall asleep as the sun rises. My mind falls back into its place and when i awake i hope to hear that whistle coming my way .