When dusk settles and the world goes quiet, I’m tangled in my thoughts within the comfort of my throne. Fostering my dreams and manifesting destiny. It is that of the wee hours of the night that I find my safe place and that of the crack of dawn I get to work.

At the height of the sun I feel free and a breath of fresh air. Inhaling the prosperities of my desires and exhaling all the self doubt, burdens along with toxins. It is than when dusk begins to settle again, the cycle repeats.

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