Answers you seek?

    Dearest,In my spare time which is rare, I write mini quotes in hopes I shall turn them into a book. This I write thinking of Emeline Benoit, which is my most saddest of character, I think deep in me, I’m as sad as her.
Hate to say. But truth is truth non?As a child I was widely imaginative Et obviously I was raised quite differently. I have spent a period of my life seeing the world. But a greater period locked away. No Shame in my level of privacy. As a child that is exactly how i spent my life. Today, I reside with the thought,  that God was only preparing me for the extreme lack of extra curricular activities.You see the way I am reflects silently Et solemnly on who I am. So to all that follow me along my journey becoming this person I am, it’s a lot of greater sacrifices, respect to all Et many devotions in prayer with a lot of selfishness with my time.Mostly important of all, I stick to my life’s protocol, which means, well, I don’t cross lines. I don’t throw stones Et I don’t touch things I am not to.

Rigorous non?

Ultimately my real father taught me that,in which he lived his life to date. We are very similar, except I have more feelings.He’s like a canvas without paint. Unemotional.Truth.
On with this … Sometimes I think if I don’t work, I am wasting my existence.
Hence, it’s why my portfolio is what it is. There are a few very interested in my work book. Not public about it, or private.
Now since I was grown up, I bought the world of things already, so I really refuse to be Interviewed, or feel eager to be sold to a publisher (my books). I am at the point where I just kindly want to protect my art Et add more to my library.
I do have Letters to agents, but I will not engage in any communicative anything till summer.If I am to spend the summer where I am. My dream is flying to France, and running wild in the lavender fields. With my grand chapeau Et a loaf of baguette. Which I couldn’t eat because I have developed a great allergy to flour. Golly.
So my readers, your time should be treated with utter respect. Let no one displace your focus and though our hearts be broken, we walk as if it’s not.
We continue though we may be sought after like we are Snow.
Shame on all of you loathers really.
hence, we forgive most important of all, because I think in my life I want to always be like my grand- mère respected like I am bloddy queen of the rabbits.
Everything else is a mere example of distraction.
But on a different note, I find the more I write is the more I really realize that life is a series of endless falls, many too many a setbacks Et a lot of grief, many people that will sell you for mere dollars Et so many tearful disappointments.
The most or the worst is the example they set…no amounts of money is enough.“Your name should be greater than thou.”And power, power, power mon derrière.Real reality darlings is that we all end up like dearest Emeline B, in love Et broken till the hands of time decide we are worth more than lessons Et pain. Which f it, isn’t happening. Till then we are all like birds flocking till we are aged and we revert back to our childhood, because everything we ever sought to be what should make us great, breaks us.
It humbles us, it hurts us.
The evolution of growth is beyond my petite golden Mont Blanc.
Though I may not have all the answers, I have all the feelings..So read on, live on Et teach them, teach them with your example that we are not as great, as the man in the clouds. Well as a child that’s how I liked to think of it. Fairness he is.
well bonsoir, great talks. Umm till we meet again?j’adore you,Rianna Kate Shaikh

Ps. This song is for the books.