In the quiet… thoughts
racing, ringing, turning
into knots that twist
against hope.
In the quiet… I look back,
fall forward
forgetting my feet
are planted too deeply.
In the quiet… a heavy heart beats
louder than any dream
can diminish.
In the quiet… thoughts
racing, ringing, turning
into knots that twist
against hope.
In the quiet… I look back,
fall forward
forgetting my feet
are planted too deeply.
In the quiet… a heavy heart beats
louder than any dream
can diminish.
Socially awkward, painfully aware (ASD) with an overdeveloped sense of empathy – doing my best to understand and navigate the human condition. Sometimes funny, always sleepy, artist, writer, thinkerer.