I can only wish i was your Pal as your going straight to the very top!you take it slow son!it,s coming!i,m not nicknamed the Clyde- Seer for nothing!i inherited my mothers and grandmothers gifts of sight!and it is a deadly sin for a seer to foretell one utter lie!for to gain any reward to the teller!gifts are not to be sold!period!so never part with cash as to accept reward which remains the free gift of God,is treason!how would you like your child to sell your gift!can you sell love?get what i mean?i see you in total happiness of mind!some understanding seems to settle eventually on your arrival at this oh so perfect place!
you are with a very deep thinker with a soft heart!
The music starts when you touch hands and its a children s choir singing something only you could describe.its the profound effect of the children s happiness that soothes the soul..that was a quick flash i get now and again,no voodoo!i,m not superstitious and i am of sound mind !keep writing your unique words young bard!be lukky

I was one everyone came to for advice or to tell their troubles too, but when I needed someone, all turned their backs on me. So I feel you when you say all you had was your pen and pad. It became my best friend. Good write.