Whispers ring about my ears like cathedral bells
and I can hear the hum of electricity that other's mute into their daily existence.
Each sense tightening around my mind like a vice grip,
fighting for their dominance.
Curiosity has me wonder if maybe I'm a superhero,
my senses so strong sometimes they don't seem quite human.
I'm autistic, yet I feel like an alien.
As if earth is a trial run of existence
as I sharpen my senses and become a supernova of a being.
My skin can feel the touch of someone hours later,
holding onto their love as long as I possibly can.
I taste the underlying flavors in someone's feast of love
and know each herb is writing a chapter in the book of their meal.
I see the world in layers like acrylic paint,
each color lending depth I can nearly trace with my fingertips
and still feel the traces of horse hair in the tiny lines.
I can stop and smell the roses
and every flower visited by the bee's buzzing about my head when I pause to sniff.
I am that computer in the basement,
working despite the conditions,
warning you about sensory overload
whilst driving themselves into overdrive
merely trying to exist.
- From an autistic mind
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Compelling and original writing
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Comments (3)
Thanks for this one, can deeply identify. Very well written.
Powerful
It’s always beautiful to get new insights into your mind