i’ve been sketching more lately trying to perfect my summoning skills upon the page

bought colored pencils new paper graphite erasers everything necessary but talent

if i can get the geometry just right maybe it is possible to tear an opening from here to you

every sweeping line across the blank page ticks another second off the clock on the wall

when all you want is in the future you must make do with new ways to kill off the present malaise

or so i tell myself as i doodle another monstrosity in hope of mining down to artful intent

every failure so far has brought me closer to you so another sketchpad full can do no harm

just to my ego the delicate egg shell of lost in the abyss you’ve so carefully tried to cultivate