jest and autism
Fogged glasses / Clouded mind.
I am waiting for a mermaid to break the surface. The wind brushes hair into my face. The spray is too strong. I cannot breathe anymore.
They jest at scars that never felt a wound.
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I watch him communicate. He scratches an itch only he can feel. He stares at the sky, craning his neck. He claps at rainbows. He swats away flies on the mane. He laughs gloriously, triumphantly, and deep.
They want him to talk. They say, “Say, walk on.” And when they do, he taps the gentle mighty and we plod on. The horse drags its feet. A tug on the mane and he stops. Who needs words? Who needs to talk? Why must we fill the silence with sound? Why must we tell another?
Words are words. Anyone can say anything.
When people show you who they are, believe them.
Walk on.
Tags: autism, I don't know, lightness
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