The Realisation of a Lonely Wolf // Project 365 // Day 318

They say its better to be a lonely wolf

than a popular sheep

I don't care to change my opinion 

to suit someone else's narrative 

But yet at night I still lose sleep 

and through the day I lose my mind 

Maybe I'm the problem 

maybe its me 

there's a trend at hand 

and all the results point 

at me

When the world falls to shit around you 

and your looking for 

someone to blame

do you ever look 

inwards

do you ever think 

hey 

xoxo

I wrote this in a completely different mind set at the beginning of 2019 and its amazing to see how much my views now contrast. you gotta see the dark to appreciate the light. 

Egos // Project 365 // Day 210

I know how it feels 
These egos in the same room
trying to feel the same who?
Like it means anything tonight
I wish I was a little wiser now
Little brighter than I used to be 
But I'm chasing the same buzz
The same fuss
Like its important 
Like it means anything 
When did I become 
the old side of young 
the wrong side of fun 
It's over before it begun

- HR 2016

Tequila // Project 365 // Day 124

Tequila that's my sin 

The man who makes me win

A word in a sentence go's ary 

And suddenly I can't enjoy my night  

You enjoy. I'll go 

Like the burning down your throat

Has never been felt alone. 

The sensations  

Echo 

So many moments spent 

Don't tell me you never went. 

Never want. 

- HR 2017 - 

xoxo

Drunk Thoughts // Project 365 // Day 88

Why do you always think you will loose me.
Like I'd run away.
Like if you don't hang on tight enough
I wouldn’t stay. 

- HR 2016

xoxo

Moments Pass // Project 365 // Day 27

Human Emotions aren't real
Time is irrelevant 
This is just a moment 
And Moment Pass

- HR 2016

xoxo

Welcome to 4am

I think for any of you who has read my blog before, I write in drips and drabs with no kind of clear point. I have a million bits of paper filled with half an idea. I am very easily distracted. But today I'm sharing with you a bit of writing that was inspired by all my unfinished work.  

WELCOME TO 4AM

This is the Writing hour
the unseen moments
the writer alone, pad and pen in hand
mind running wild
hurry to scribble everything down, before it is gone
inspired by the maybes,  the what ifs, the could not's
reflecting on the different roads that could have been

This is the lonely hour
where thoughts
drown you
captivate you
confuse you
exhaust you
unsure of what to do
or if you can do it
becoming an empty shell of who you were
you continue

This is the creative hour
full of ideas unfinished, unseen
other worlds full of people who live only on paper
who’s life’s you  write
as a break from yours
These are the moments before sleep captures you
squiggly lines that remember words scratch along the page
thoughts are lost
the notepad falls out of your hand
as you drift off…

-HR ©2014