Humanity

  • The River and Me

    The river became me. Doesn’t everyone feel the river like a pure cold balm? Perfect in essence. Sure in flow. I am I. But I know the river deeper because… I am Autistic. I am different in the way I… Continue reading

  • Life, However It Looks

    Life, however it looks, is the question. Love is always the answer. Continue reading

  • Stay Home

    The soft hum of an opening heart. Barely a whisper. Barely a moment of life unfiltered, but enough. Closed eyes, whisper. Come home. Stay home. Continue reading

  • Bird Song

    When I am the pure song of the bird, I am limitless. The wind may bend my tune, at times, but I soar, above, beyond, eternal. How sweet it must be to remain pure bird song. I, for now, must… Continue reading

  • Broken Hearts

    ‘Why do we do such terrible things to each other?’ said the softly spoken man at the library, who somehow knew I’d be the one person in the room who would listen. ‘I don’t know,’ I said, looking directly into… Continue reading

  • Rain

    I wish only to walk in the rain. As life thunders around me imperfection after imperfection (often mine) I wish for peace. And I wish to walk in the rain. Continue reading

  • Coming back

    I must come back. Back home, once again to the depths. To find a home in the world and beneath it, in the deep, where I belong, and do not belong. I must find home in both the deep and… Continue reading

  • There She Was

    Boom. Like a strike of light through the sky, there she was. After so long, staring into the empty space ahead, wishing to go back to the safety of her silence. It hurt to speak. Too deep, she ran, her… Continue reading

  • Flowers

    They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… Continue reading

  • What is Sorrow

    For, what is sorrow but a moment of joy left unattended. Continue reading