to rêver

 

dearest,

I always look at the very idea of being  awake et dreaming of things that once seemed et felt quite impossible.

I truly believe that all things are possible with  God.

There are some impossibilities though sparse as life left cannot be returned, the parted is gone. I feel like no matter how i look  at it, or live in a dream, it’s news that time gone shall never be rehearsed again.

As a girl i dreamt little, i feared more for i saw the world internally out, so to making this simpler,i often knew that nothing is at it seems.

Though i have spent my entirety in privacy et extreme solace that i have grown accustomed to no one. Truth is sad non?  But my life allows me no fantasy, hence being a writer is much more of my gift.

Thank God i was graced with one
or i’d be a lost human in mère wars.

About dreams, if you have one, ever since, tough so, impossible so, terribly so,

you ought to know all of your lives are with an hourglass of sand, not to be a fairy of time,  but we are all living to become aged et impossible to do then what we can now.I feel now more than ever, it’s why the 40’s are so much like traveling through a drift of storms. Inky winky, it’s a stoic journey to get to you.I know brilliantly stupid.

I think if in your life, you are at the verge of 40 know a bad storm is coming, but it only hits you out of the occurring ordinary after 40.

If you are in it, stay still, watch it come to a  fiercing  breath only to toss you around like 1947.

But stay put, like the old folks beckoned when you were an impatient little human throwing a tantrum,

It shall pass, your wounds will feel deeper et alive, but somehow you’ll get many life jackets, weather the storm of grief et growth.

It’s okay, i have been there, i think it’s why i can’t write as much as i did, i am restless in my endeavors of becoming.

I am not driven by money et silly  urges to have hefty networths and significant wealth. Not anymore.I am driven to pen truth on papier et heal the little girl  i am inside. As my darlings that’s what the 40’s are for.If anyone tells you differently,
pardon them, they are in the grassy
grasp of denial.That’s like being shipwrecked in sand.Well i adore you all so much, et i thank you for bearing with my 40’s.

It’s a tough place to sit in et sip tea with monsieur

reality.

Oh how i loathe him. Really so.Soo much.dearly merily,Rianna kate Shaikh