Lost within my many Faces

So..sorry..Creative..Writing. I don't feel your magic today. I tried on all of your many faces, turned them this way and that. I tried smiling, yet all that I could muster, was a rather unattractive grimace.

I..tried..to..find..you, hidden betwixt the lines of wonderous, uplifting messages, composed from lovely minds upon yon platform of verse and prose.

Still..you..hid, despite..my..pleadings.

Maybe..you..will..return..tomorrow!

The..faces..twirl, spin..and..sashay, their eyes blank, their stares glazed and far away.

I..do..believe..my..thoughts..have..taken..a..well..needed..vacation. Good for them.

Should..anyone..happen..to..see..them, kindly ask them to return.

I..still..have..so..very..much..left..to..say, you see.

Thank you very much!!!!!!

p.s. I..think..that..I..may..have..placed..our 'Lady Horror' Dharrsheena in Paul Stewart's Death Chamber. Somebody..please..rescue..her.

Thanks again!

Paul: