I've lived my life behind a picture, a painting, a mask
I could create the painting out of the environment around me
In the forest my painting would be of leaves, and flowers
One day it might be a beach with a sunset or sunrise
In the desert it would be the red rock with a crystal blue sky

I lived my life behind that painting invisible to the outer world
Once I saw myself in that painting,
 I saw only my eyes no face
surrounded by the red rock Vortex of Sedona
The baren red dirt stretched out in fornt of them

The eyes are the window to the soul
I who was watching me saw the eyes
dart one direction then the other
they reflected confusion as they looked out
from behind the painting they were a part of.
I who was watching this,felt a sudden panic,
I whispered to myself
Don't move your eyes,
 someone might see you exist..

But why would I not want to exist?
asked the eyes I was watching,
If we exist to the outer world
They could hurt us again..

The eyes froze