The structure of you
Dearest you,
I have lost my zeal to write, or create things. I have outdone myself. Truth is life has given me more lemons than oranges Et I fear I would love to share them with anyone Interested 
Hence, I now pass by my piano room saluting my books, because I am that one percent that most of us seek to not become. For instance, my life is structured in such a way that if I shall move one thing to the right the rest may crumble. I am honest, not delirious, though many see of me in such a manner.
I think in your 40’s life feels severe. The thunder is louder, the water becomes flood, the gardens are mere weed and well the fakers ought to be spoofed, like Mr Fox from Peter rabbit. Is it Mr Todd, the most well studied fox of all time. That son of a botch gets everything done in one afternoon
I have learnt so much from him, I never had adventures so to be called a children’s writer is a hat from a milliner in France.Can i tell you a secret?I don’t know why I’m read. It’s not a confidence thing, it’s a thing thing. I am just a woman finding her feeling in life. Yet, oh yet so many try to steal my apples Et then call themselves snow. When they are indeed witches. But hey, I am a writer. All I know is papier Et tales 
So to my many readers, I am not a typical kinds, I am not. I could sit under the willow lost in my papier Et story with a willing character,hence, I found a home. I swear, there isn’t many of my kinds left. I don’t write to get paid, I write because storytelling is in my breath.
So to my haters, when I don’t write, don’t become weary. There are many writers that can sit in the spotlight and tell you tales, for gold shillings. I am the opposite, if you shall ever sit alongside me, I’ll tell you real things. Things that you are missing, points that you cannot yet connect with Et I will show you that life is more than just luxury Et wealth Et power Et giddy happiness in Valentino frocks.
It’s À many moments of closure, pain, hard raw truth Et many cups of warm tea with people that would sell your story for a single penny – and a smile.
Sometimes you must say, “never mind.”
Do remember, I too am Like you,
eager to become thatlady that I was born too.Yet all I want is to sit under
the willow tree with a boy name Roo
Et a rabbit, one oR too.
Sorry Mr Todd, no company with you
forever your everlasting,
Rianna Kate Shaikh
