At last, in solitude. Sitting there, silenced. In the dark. Letting the very thoughts I escaped invade my mind. Clutter me with consciousness. At this hour, nothing is hidden. I let it be. My wicked hours. A one on one with my cryptic intellect. Amidst this time I come out most liberated.
Through struggles I experience.
Through experience I learn.
Through lessons I achieve.
Shedding my innocent and naive past self. I lust over this new me.