Autist - A silent thinker’s confession
My world is a trembling shudder, a vulnerable candle in the wind, a whispering shadow through weeping willows. My mind is a trap of thoughts invaded by multicultural souvenirs of my memory. My heart is full of love, yet I don’t know how to share it! I may seem cold and lost for I have a lack of empathy. Everyone thinks I am dark when I am just silent. Words seem speechless and relentless to what I have to say. I may seem lonely when I am just abstract. Loneliness is a gift for the ones who know how to treasure it. In the devouring silence of my spirit there’s a deafening calling of knowledge. The air is unconsumed, yet there’s no breath left, for in my eyes the world is different, the world is numbers and graphics. I learned all this now, after 36 years of imperfect life in an imperfect world. As unbelievable as it may seem I have many memories from my childhood. The firsts are related to toys. I had many toys, yet I had a big collection of robots. I could spend all my time with ...