People wonder how I feel about being able to predict the future. Is it fun? Is it a curse?
Sometimes I stand for hours looking outside my window trying to figure out a way to prevent what I see as inevitable. The sun sets, then after a while, rises again. I still stand there, motionless, thinking, wondering.
Finally, I grab my scarf, заворачивать, обертывание it around my neck, then go out with a smile and see my beloved standing there waiting for me,patiently. Jasper knows my turmoil.
I've learned to hide most of my emotions so those closest to me can't always see the dark clouds in my eyes as I see a vision. My smile hides alot. So, is it fun? No, but it's a gift that I hope I can use to help those that I love.