I have etch a sketch eyes.

You probably do not know what that means.

I did not either at first.

Something that usually passes with time.

Lost in the childhood bedroom.

Removed by the morning light.

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It is blink and you will miss it.

Lines erased by the shake of the head.

Never existed and probably will never again.

Dots connected out of creativity that are not expected to last.

Not of use but always whimsical.

Noticed and followed through to the end.

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It is seeing wonder where none should thrive.

Cute animals in the speckle of a white ceiling.

The landscape in the grain of wood.

The Grinch in the shape of a juniper tree branch.

Things that only I can see.

A picture meant for my own viewing.

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No one else would understand the value.

The effort that went into the creation.

The dots I connected.

So whenever I need a drop of inspiration, do not be surprised if you catch me staring at a wall.

I am merely digging deep.

Looking for something special with my etch a sketch eyes.