I think I need to steal more.
And better. I need to steal more and steal better.
And to stop feeling so bad about it.
More than anything, though, I need to steal from the right people. The people I admire. The people I care about. The people that make me feel worthy of love.
What should I steal from them first?
Their attention, I think. Only for a moment, of course. I’ll ask a question. In return I’ll lend them my ear.
Then, I’ll steal an eye. There are many eyes to choose from. It could be their eye for beauty or their eye for truth. Or maybe it’s their eye for what people like me can grow to be. I’d only take it for a moment.
I just want to see.
Next, I’ll burgle an interest or a hobby. I only mean to give it a quick try. I want to see if I like it. If I get the same high.
Lastly, I’ll steal one of their recipes. It could be a recipe for anything. Happiness. Success. Love. And with enough use it could also be mine – if I follow it close and each and every time.
Once I am done, I’ll make sure to keep the door to my stolen things open.
That way anyone could look in and see
And if they so desired
Maybe steal a thing from me.