I thou seeks kind word, but in the forest
Dearest you,
I have the stunning revelation that my daunting diary is verbally globetrotting .
My response is that portraiture above et Merci beaucoup!
I have very little to say except I started my meditations today et I feel so relaxed et balanced that if I can say to you, please sit for it, for I vow no one will ever say this to you,
I told yah. Never heard that before. I need chaos et pain et rivalry et angst to write. But no, oh no, let’s just sought ourselves out in the middle of the biggest book my heart shall write.
I frown.
Now you see why I am a writer, I thrive on the absence of love et go happy. That soft beauty of pure dirt that everyone seeks isn’t tea for the creatives that we are.
Hence, my dearest husband, the love of my existence ( ) the milk to my tea said to me, I am to be kinder with words. Oh me kinder with words, oh gee, hallo, oh I can certainly try that humans
Nothing personal it’s just tough work writing more books than a bestseller in a year, hiding from being read, being the biggest critic of your own work et then well on repeat.
I should rather work like this than seek things that shall erase the feeling of many that cannot quite be. It’s my medicine, my daily mantra, it’s how I exist. On the mére feelings of all, the great imbalances et desires et the fruitfulness of great pain.
Sounds tough?

Carry on, Rianna K Shaikh
ps. Wilderness et tea
Trying to find kind words, hey if you don’t hear from me, send help, for kind words may be very difficult for this winter queen, reine d’hiver to find. au revoir darlings.