Where is she? The woman up at night like me
I heard she was pining for someone just like me
And I’m alone and I realize that when I get home
I wanna talk to my one and my only

They say every poet writes to the self they have yet to be
They say every poet writes to a lover they have yet to meet
To someone they haven’t seen
Taking them somewhere they’ve never been
A reverie
A moment of stasis
A moment of love
What could make for a better dream?
But reality is where we can be
If you spent time loving the wrong one
Imagine how your love can get stronger
So every lover without one hold longer
Patience is a virtue
A lack of it will hurt you
When it comes to love the night is still young
There’s no such thing as a curfew
When it comes to love the night is still young
So I keep roaming — I keep looking

But where is she? The woman up at night like me
I heard she was pining for someone just like me
And I’m alone and I realize that when I get home
I wanna talk to my one and my only

A. Hymn || 3am in solitude

I suppose I’ve always been inspired by emotion. What let’s us know pain and joy, passion and apathy. I’ve always been a calm spirit, yet there is just so much latent energy, so much feeling inside. It isn’t suppressed. It’s just waiting to be opened. By the right person. By the right thing. I suppose I’m currently living, and until that right person or right thing comes around my way — I am yet to be truly alive.

A. Hymn

I discovered writing when trying to find the purpose of it all
Hoping to show you once that curtain is called
Life makes us but it’s truly what we make of it
And love lives by a merciless law
This world isn’t flawed
It is in need of balance
And right now
Humanity is just on one side of its axis
Soon your turn will come
Remember that peace will stay
Only if you let your hurt in too
And from all that I’ve learned
I could easily split the world in two
Those who live impassive
Will choose to suffer from comfort
Those who live impassioned
Would choose to suffer for comfort
As people
We change with the seasons
From gloomy winters to troubling summers
I just hope you stay brave without reason
Let your loving energy flow
When you face today remain solid
Never chase, just stay
That’s solace

A. Hymn

Here you are, cocooned in your bed sheets; your morning refuge. Hoping the moment you open your eyes you become a stronger spirit, with thicker skin. Just thick enough to last through the day; to last through today. All for you to return home and repeat your wishes deep into the fabric of your pillow. All for another morning.

A. Hymn