Not Seeing

You don't see me but I am there , the wind blows on my skin , the sun shines on my face , my life is nothing without a trace. The light beneath my flesh is no others but my own like my thoughts I am alone to wonder through my sick dark twisted mind. A twisted mind indeed but what you don't notice is that I am simply not there.  You may feel my flesh and I may feel emotions but you don't see me standing .right.over .there.