Times seem tiring, college and art are hard to balance when they aren't about the same.

Here is a small bit of what I am working on:

"Echoes every hynmm, of my inner sanctum,
Where dust gathers, upon antiquities,
The relics of a distant past,
Have this mind, heart, soul, be hollowed.

Clenched is my spirit, that I may but step,
Upon ground falling apart before me, to the endless mania and melancholy.
I can tread no further, upon this path,
Where end seems far, a beach,
The start, I fathom as none but,
Quenching the thirst, of heathen fire, rest at desert."

Hope it is going to be real good.