Watercolor and ball point pen It's original form lives in the unknown. To whoever finds it keep it, there's no way any pages in this sketchbook are still alive. The rain must have dragged the lines to collide. The colors must have merged to form brown. As the bind would have weakened with the constant flood and mud. The ideas that once lived here became fleeting as the seasons changed. If you find it keep it. This sketchbook has been altered by coexisting with the forest.