Guiding light of Angela's voice

 Angela and I had a verbal fight, but now our future is back to being bright. You may ask what we fought over; the answer is our friendship. I've recently worked on the sequel to the Angela and Murray story, 'What Happened to Katheryn. This story currently has 510 words, without little birds. Recently as of the 24th of January 2023, I had the privilege of being accompanied by Angela and Anika to my psychology. You might wonder what is wrong with me? I have some things going on now, although I prefer not to always show it. When I got the privilege of having Angela accompany me to Psychology, my heart was filled with glee! There are a few reasons this could be; one is that she was previously able to keep my mental health afloat, just like I was in a boat. Why does this fill me with glee? Well, you see, she promised me that she would be there when I was a scare. Angela's voice is like most, although it can sound slightly moist; 6 years ago today, I was finishing a holiday with Angela and Irene beside me all the way; although 6 years have passed, I never would have thought it would go so fast, with my heart at last, maybe not as happy as it once was, but this journey with Angela and Irene has taught me a lot, although it was fraught with difference over the past 6 years as I had to face my fears within the previous years. Without them by my side, it has taught me how special they are to my heart, like my parents are currently painting the house without a doubt. As I now sit here 6 years later, reminiscing on our holiday and how fast it went away. Caloundra was special to me for various reasons, just like the changing of seasons. Although it was winter during our time at Caloundra. Recently with my psychosis being a bit of a nuisance, I haven't had a choice in hearing Angela's voice; every now and then, it comes around the bend as I spend my days wondering what these two beautiful people are up to. Although through and through, I hope to always be friends with you, even if I have to catch you as you come around the bend on the mend. I only started struggling with mental health in the middle of 2020, and now I can truly see what that time with Angela meant to me. Previously at this time, I was listening to Angela's voice with the choice; I now know how to take my own bow. I've grown, and I've learnt to stand on my own, and now I don't need voices, only choices. When it came to terminating one of the most treasured things in my life the other week, Angela left it up to my choice, and then I felt like I had my own voice, and with the choice to continue our ever-lasting friendship, this time with an even better grip on those I hold dear to my heart, without a false start. I throw cupids arrow through the dark to hopefully find one of you at a coffee club table, or maybe at the horse stable, only for me to have a label of which I'm able, in some respects, to know where we met of worker, only to show them what I do best in my little horse nest. Where will I meet Angela and Irene next? I think the 7/11 carpark would be best and put our friendship to the test of time before I have to eat a lime, which I guarantee you would not be sublime before 9. Although if it were up to my friends of mine, I would be eating more than just lime and running out of time to play with my slime, that is divine. Ring ring goes the telephone, I answer to Angela and Irene at home, and here I am, all alone on the other end of the phone. But all is okay when they ask me to hang; I get so excited I started to sang; we then set a date and let the planning begin, to go out for breakfast or even for din. Whatever we do, I know we'll have fun because our friendship burns bright like the sun. If only I could run, and I would see them, and we would hug a ton. Even then, I'd never be done. It wasn't long before the coffee begun in the sun. Although they met as worker and client, it wasn't long before she was silent; the days went quick because time is a tyrant; he steals moments away in all but a rush, with family and loved ones you wish you could touch. Before I say a happy mothers Day and go away until another day, I would like to pay tribute to how my mum goes about her day in a new and invigorated way. As she pots around the garden, smitten with coconut, the lizard who escaped Diego's enclosure, only to show her that he will be back for more exposure to the cat without a mat. Sweet revenge is what he seeks for the aggressive cat whose breath does reek; who else will he seek next week. That angry lizard will have to get in line because Diego has plenty of enemies who he's made through time. I am one of them, as he scratched up my arm, he is very lucky that I wish him no harm, or else I would be sending him to an exiled cat farm. As Diego finds himself all alone in the barn, he has a lot of space to play with yarn, which he does not often do, although be it with you, and with that, I bid you ado or maybe two as time flew when I was with you. Until next time I make another rhyme, I hope you all stay away from lime as this time it's Mother's Day; I hope you all will be fine. 

Love always, wishing you the best; signing off now, this is Steph.