a day in summer
rain in the morning the sun breaks free, transient rain has come again
a warm and calming tempest vital, feverish but blossoms now are fleeting
wind, a subtle chill it presses down, life and death cold is on the march
pity the man who fights it.
"I decided that I didn't really want to be a writer anymore. I'm much happier tearing down the work of other writers, who are not as talented as I am, but also not as paralyzed. Any artistic frustration I have now, I just take out on them." – Josh, Kissing Jessica Stein