The not-so-definitive guide for getting past your blocks and to what you really want to be doing
There’s nothing romantic about the rain. Throw out the songs and the movie scenes, the poems and the cliché metaphors; Every poets back-pocket go-to.
I hate the rain. I hate the clouds and the disorder. So I roll over, once again. I hit snooze. And I dream.
I hate putting in effort; I just want to enjoy.