my eyes glued to the window, i need them for writing though.
my book is full of stories i’ve yet to read. i just need to finish them.
i write better when i’m in Love. Infatuation, if you will.
still raining. it’s nice out though.
my chicken scratch makes chickens scratch.
i hate this damn job but job hopping is harder.
i wrote a sonnet in my head. too bad it’s not on paper.
this poem sucks ass. maybe i possibly suck ass.
rain is moody.
made a new playlist. already bored.
i’m still not infatuated.
still raining. on my unwritten poems.