I've thought about school. I've thought about writing, and writing in different forms. Writing letters--I've even wrote two, but alas, they've gone unsent. Poems, plays, short stories.

I've thought about reading. Reading Eliot, Stevens, Dante, Roethke, Frost, Yeats, and Whitman. And actually I've read most of who I wanted to read, but I haven't written what I wanted to write. I think the problem is that I can't figure out what to write about, how to write, or in what way to write.

On a side note, I probably like your favorite band. There's a reason what they are your favorite, and I can probably see somewhat, however momentarily, through the same lens as yourself. I call this 'coming to where your from.'