Darkness is her fuel. The complexities of her mind make her feel so divine, sexy, and timeless. Sometimes her mind bends and folds in on itself, creating this everlasting darkness because that’s her comfort. It’s an addiction. She realizes how depleting that can be overtime. She notices the power in transmuting, in creating a moment that exudes happiness within and for herself. She begins to appreciate the little things, the simple things in life. She loves the clarity she gets from walking. She loves sun bathing. She loves catching a sweat. She loves the silence.
She doesn’t want darkness to consume her anymore. She wants balance. She knows her existence may ask more of her darkness or more of her light at times but she knows she always has the ability to come back to herself. She absolutely calls that self love. Her definition of self love is her new fuel.
Question prompt: What type of woman do you exude?
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