The Inklings

It's like never having just 2 eyes. It's having 16 billion. Always trying to see yourself as they must see you. Honing in, with their brains, on how your cheeks are too big, your eyes too small, you neck too long, your clothes too frumpy. It's exhausting.

Writing and creativity are like any other muscles!

This dynamic darkness is my own imagination

Why do you wait? You keep searching for him. Why, there's a good chance that the one you are looking for is you.

Believe it or not, Mother, I am not you. I was not born in 1975 I have no regrets I have not soured. Believe it or not, Mother, I don't want to be a doctor I want to write, write, sing leave me be. Believe it or not, Mother, I can laugh so bright so long love as fierce as strong be this bold this wrong as I wish. Love, Ri.

messy ponytail, light through the blinds frumpy work corduroy coffee rings and water seven page essay on psychology golden brain, golden pencil soft piano music, humming to Not a haiku. I just liked this moment in time. It captures my Mondays.