“The fickleness of inspiration,
cannot be understated.
I’ve been hunting it,
actively seeking its assistance.
Getting back nothing but resistance.
Help me inspiration,
I just want to write. 13 more words
We lived at a place called Waterview, a lush, fertile valley, with a river swollen like a pregnant woman coursing through it. Despite the name ‘Waterview’, the Clarence River was hidden from sight at the point where I was brought up, because of the lie of the land. 1,058 more words