sans photo

my eyes shuffled me awake,
while i processed all the names and faces that danced through my nightly lighting storm of dreamscapes,
we all got these elusive desires that weave in and out of our reach,
little ripples of anecdotal waves,
stories of past events we keep trying to hurdle over,
sometimes tripping onto the track,
and wearing wounds on our shoulders

i have had my share of stumbles,
from the worries that keep me jaded,
to the loans that keep me more or less completely broke,
so i keep opening up into the world of reality,
keep trying to focus and refocus the lens of my nearsighted nature,
i make mistakes,
and i used to walk around with an eraser,
attempting to cover up all the sketchy lines on my surface,
i would build up the friction between my eraser and my surface,
until i ended up with a face full of patchy nothingness,
and waited for something to write purpose on to me

i'm gonna keep wanting,
and i'm gonna keep churning,
and i'm never gonna fully understand every meaning,
but the worry stopped flowing,
and i threw away my eraser face,
and i live with the sketched outline of uncertainty,
resting on the axiom of my own existence,
and of yours,
and the breathing in between the space of our distance