(by an.thor)
Empress Light
Sitting trying to write a poem, i am poetically drained. I cant seem to get into one mood, and in the same breath i cant seem to get out of another. I dont know what this feeling is. I guess its a combination of a serious want for the future, love, and independance. And artistic frustration. I wish i could have time to be happy, and live like the rest of you. I am cooped up, in rooms well known, with the same records playing. Somethings gonna change soon, I need it to. A Couple tests this week, hopefully i pass.
,Robert.
(via blua)
