There is boundless horizons, infinity, the endless. Whatever. It's lonely and quiet when the sun goes down. Outside of the city, away from the bars. Nothing. Nobody to share the joys of day. This piece was commissioned to talk about autism and emotions.

Everyone always feels something, even if its content. All the time, every second of the day.

Emotions are like water. Still and always there. Being autistic is not knowing how to swim and everyone spends their time being mad that you don't know how to. No one wants to teach you and no one wants to learn with you. You aren't your mistakes, but that's what people think they are. Mistakes. Not knowing what to do when the waters get neck high. Nobody teaches you and everyone expects you to know.

At night when the sun is set when you are away from the noise, everyone says to calm down. But it's hard to let go of the day. It's hard to find people who will truly understand how hard it is. I'm alone in the water again and at night away from the bright lights there's so many beautiful things in the sky. But no one to share them with. No one to walk through the knee deep water.

And that's okay.

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By: SoulFullHyena on Twitter

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I am well and ok. This piece just has a lot of emotion to me and how I see myself. I don't expect people to become inspired but at some point I want to write a journal about interpreting autism and life. Maybe...