Everyone can see
Surely, everyone can see
All my flaws I can’t
I see so many
But surely others can see
All my flaws I’ve missed
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Everyone can see
Surely, everyone can see
All my flaws I can’t
I see so many
But surely others can see
All my flaws I’ve missed
Fewer and fewer
Words from shrinking throat and mind
So little of me
Sobbing under stone
Screaming nothings with words doomed
To be forgotten
Grayscale adventures
In another time and place
Lessons to be learned
Well then you could swallow [the moon], and it would all dissolve, see?
It’s a Wonderful Life
And the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair.
Journeys true and false
Adventurous together
Sleep comes calmly now
Surroundings tilted
Questioning reality
Deserving nothing
With thoughts and love I
Revisit with empathy
Dear friend’s expressions
If I really could
I would raise high scaffolding
To lift heavy hearts
Sometimes it all leaves
Blank sheets reach the horizon
Lungs now mere machines
Organs move onward
Redundant automatons
I have nothing real
Colours dull and fade
In this void words will not come
So I become still
(An attempt to figuratively capture experiences of autistic shutdowns and/or intermittently becoming non-verbal.)
Heart needs rest yet
Somehow I can never find
The way to stillness
Another midnight
Unwanted awakening
Dread for forthcoming
Unease grips tightly
Mind plays friendships dissolving
Both past and future
Written upon waking just after midnight, slightly disturbed.