Ha, very good. Of course I noticed, have so for a long time now as what else could a monster notice if not shadows…

You inspired a poem and a thanks for looking in…

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The Hills Have Eyes

So many live lives secure with their individual secrets, to hide from spouse, lover, enemy, friends.

Masks worn made of flesh and bone hiding whatever emotion is wanting privacy, to prevent ridicule, judgement or pain.

A girl places toilet paper to show the world larger breasts

A boy covers his pimples with skin tone paint

A woman hides the bruises her lover inflicts

A man runs from his emotions so a world cannot see his tears.

A monster see’s everything. It see’s the heart of the sun, the sweat from the moon. It see’s the tree’s gossip and hears the geese lie. It tastes dreams and throws stars in play. Yet a monster will choose if it will be heard, felt and seen.

Hello world, it’s me, a monster few will ever believe or know.

A few do though as it is what it is…

A Rock knows

The fire and ice  knows

God  knows

The wind spends so much time laughing about it you’d swear the winds nostrils would blow snot, if it could.

And the hills? Yes, even the hills can see.

Nothing of this world can hide when living in this world, not even me.