I had this friend when i was eleven years old,
she would call in the sun or freezing cold...
Songs in my head, making me dance.
Like the leaves of the trees, made out of glass...
Can't you see I've got to go?
Please! try to understand...
I’m all alone today
When every one is free...
The caged bird looks out
and sees the free bird wheeling in the sky...
I am the battle field
Of my soul and heart...
You know my horrible mistake,
And Jesus died for every sin I am to make...
Vulnerability has left me
Unnerved and palpably...
I can’t write you poetry,
play guitar...
I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...
Is it wrong to love!?
If it is for the right reasons...
Going Out to Play In the World
(an autistic journey...