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As night falls my creative energy rises, my thoughts seep out as the hot night air seeps in. The exchange of energy is intense, it fuels my never ending desire to express my thoughts, to share with the world everything that encompasses my true self. Time comes to a halt as everything else races past. I pinch myself to make sure I still feel. I feel everything but my own existence at times, other times I feel nothing but my own breathe mingling with the carpet of air that surrounds me, the air that breaths life into me and wraps me in its arms, to never let me wonder far.