Long posts

When you’re always running, You can’t feel the ground. Can’t see the trees. Can’t hear the sound.

Of the people in the city, You’re calling your home. Or of the birds in the sky. You then feel alone.

Surrounded by people Surrounded by life Surrounded by noise Silence cuts as a knife.

Swimming in pavement Rowing through crowds Faces want attention It’s just far too loud. https://www.reddit.com/r/aspergers/comments/a5vw07/i_wrote_his_poem_before_i_knew_i_had_aspergers/