lines were drawn
and then erased
the hints of the faded lines peeked out behind eraser shreds
the lines were redrawn
until one was gone
one was forgotten
the line was almost prominent in its presence
but despite all efforts, one's eyes dart to the bolder and darker lines
a once thick and stable piece of the original sketch-lost in peripherals.
it's easy to fade away when your idea of a good time
is far from broadcasting your every move
just to prove your stance as a bold etch
but i guess i have to learn to enjoy staring through the eraser shreds
