hannahkfrey
Ropes made of worries dig in to my wrists creating lacerations and scrapes. The more I struggle against them the deeper they burrow, sinking into my skin. Sometimes I can stop fighting and just let go
untied
Most of the time I just fight harder.
She looked at me with that awful grin, the one I hate so much. I sprinted over to her and grabbed her jaw, pulling and pulling until that awful *Pop Pop* creeps into your ears. Her mouth hung open, unhinged, like a snake ready to kill. She'd never be able to smile now. Frightened at first, she met my eyes. Then I saw it, dragging its way through her orbits. That smile. I screamed and sat up in bed. She rolled over to me and said, "Darling, are you okay?"
shake me
turn me upside down
let all my contents fall loose at your feet
not just my possessions
not just my physical properties
let my ambition
quirks
insecurities
warm fuzzies
hit the ground
see me as I am
and then leave me alone
Workshop day is so stressful because I never have my papers done. I feel like with my writing, I feel it or I don't. Like right now. I'm not feeling workshop.
I have so many things to do right now
We stand together... we are one. People with insane differences coming together for one powerful common. Lean on each other, be there with strong kindness and powerful words.
Leave the place and remember their names. You belong to each other.
"Lets congregate to my chambers" right? No? How do you even make this word cool? I think of musty court rooms and bad law t.v. shows.
Lips poked out and tears welled in his eyes. I knew what had happened before my eyes saw and I rushed over to him. His arms extended for me, but recoiled at the same time. I had told him many times to stay away from the cabinet door, and that day was the day he discovered why. Dakota's finger turned purple immediately and he spent the next thirty minutes in my lap. As soon as the tears dried up he hopped off my lap and wondered away. I heard that familiar whimper and knew we were going to have a hell of a time teaching that baby no.
How does a person believe in a predestined future? How can you say, "There is a plan, you just can't know it." Is this an argument of religion or magic? Hey, I'll believe in fate when my Hogwarts letter comes in the mail.
Priorities are hard to come by when you have no motivation. When you're jumping from one life-sucking task to the next, things that seem important are lost in translation. Somehow catching up on a tv series that has been over for ten years is more important then a math test or homework. Somehow buying Taco Bell is more important than saving up for textbooks for college. Priorities are hard for a tired, worn out girl.
Autism comes in many different colors, in its twisted spectrum. People on the outside see anger, loneliness, departure from the outside world. Inside the colors are brighter than ever, soaring in swirls around their mind. Inside can be frustrating, thoughts too big to push out. Not tragic, just challenged. Fighters.
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