My Home.

My whole family is sick

With diseases

That no one can see.

Like parasites they suck the happiness from our home much like a leech sucks the blood from their host

Slowly.

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My brother never sleeps.

So full of energy,

The world a constant flow of continuous stimulation and if it’s not?

He’s happy to fill the space with his own melody of sounds

A song that only he can really hear.

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He sees the world through rose colored glass.

So innocent and impressionable.

So kind one minute but so angry the next.

I hate you

I love you

The phrases are interchangeable and he feels every meaning of every single word so strongly each and every time he utters them.

His love is like the first bloom of spring,

His hate harsher than any hurricane.

I know bubby.

The world is so bright

And loud

And intense.

You’re overwhelmed,

It’s okay,

It’s not you.

It’s those pesky disorders,

Invisible but I see.

“Just breathe,

It’ll pass”

I’m sorry, bubby,

I know.