some f***ing bastard stole
my idea books and my english dictionary today at the library i barely go to
while i left for a short lunch, just for about 30 minutes?
i just don’t care about the dictionary, it’s old and i can buy new one.
but my idea books, i can’t get them nowhere on the earth.
it has all my thoughts, ideas, doodlings and sketches and is like part of my life.
felt nothing but miserable when i think my books.
i made a phone call to my mom cos i needed to talk to her and she said
baby, just let them go, you can’t help it but hurt yourself.
on my way home, i talked to the trees along the street and they told me
the exact same things my mom told me.