Tear-stained eyes stare at the screen,
Hands shake, hovering,
Potential of words at my fingertips.
Thoughts circle and weave,
Fleeting flashes as they catch the light
And then slip from my grasp.
Empty of tears, empty of thought,
My hollow husk remains,
Drifting on the wind.
Home was long ago and far away;
I would miss it could I feel.
My dreams must still be there.
I’ve been listening to a particular song over and over over the past few days. I’m listening to it on repeat as I write this: Going Under by Evanescence. Not only do I enjoy the combination of Amy Lee’s clear soprano vocals with the heaviness of the music, but also there is personal meaning to the lyrics.
thoughts and experiences of a young autistic woman
Autism, blended family and trying to keep together.
Commentary on human rights, conflict, teaching, life as an aspie, and whatever else strikes my fancy.
Being Mum to a teenage daughter with Aspergers
Aspergers, ADD, and Love: our family journey
books and things.
a linguistic representation of an autism
Dealing with the endless "oughts" of parenting and autism.
A spoonful of inspiration and a dash of creativity
An Autistic Dad Sharing Aloha and Advocating for a Better, More Accepting World for my Son and Autistics Everywhere.
Changing the World, One Word at a Time
Modern master of classical poetry
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
"It will take me a few more years to learn flying is not pushing away the ground" -- Andrea Gibson
Simply my take on living life as a female with Asperger's Syndrome.
Dance with me
Dance with me
For the Love of Words, Nature, and Spirituality
Aspie. Author. Advocate
parenting & autism comics
A personal exploration of autism from a brother’s perspective, including family relationships, philosophy, neuroscience, mental health history and ethics
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Herb Sutter on software development
My Reality Autism...x3
How we cope day to day with Aspergers in our life.
My life with Asperger's syndrome.
My Autistic Dance 