PippaContributor
Going on 6 years
The trees are speaking to me, the music plays as words, there are messages for me on every station. My psychic ability is khaos. Where have those 6 years gone? Am I no closer to achieving something? Everyday I swallow my pride and pray it's not a bad day. Because on a bad day I am empty, I am in turmoil, my mind will not focus and I find it hard to speak. Communication with anyone is such a difficult thing, on a bad day.<br>Thankfully those bad days are occurring less and less.