I am stuck here, waiting to grow up
Knowing that once my present is gone, it's gone

Here I am, 2 minutes into the future
2 minutes, 120 seconds, 120 000 milliseconds
I have lost time
Yet I still continue to want to do so

There is so much beauty in people with Asperger Syndrome
They have a language unique to themselves
They see patterns and colours in ways we never will
Most importantly, their ability to relate to others is well, different

They see the world through a special lens
When they find love, they don't jump onto it like others do
Because they don't know it yet
And that's what makes their relationship with their person so so valuable

The two halves grow, learning and learning
His partner learns about his condition, accepts him by showing love
The boy with the condition learns about love
They value each other for every knowledge they slowly acquire

Their relationship is unique because two worlds have collided
They live on a dimension different from anything we can ever imagine
So don't ever let the boy not understand love
Because he can be way better at it than you

People with autism are brilliant beings,
They can achieve the so-called impossible
They don't know what impossible means
Please don't leave them in their own world, connect

People who can only either be by themselves or among themselves.

I wonder what kind of people are prime numbers.

There's a unique sense of satisfaction in walking in the heavy rain.
You step out of the shelter and get soaked to the bones.
Many say it's like getting a shower.
Maybe that's what it really is, mother nature cleansing your very soul.

Maybe that's why everything seems to get brighter as the rain stops.
The start of something new and beautiful, perhaps.
Ah, but that rain is not pure is it?
Because of what humans have done, we now have acid rain.

Just because someone is alone, it doesn't mean they're lonely.
And if ever someone were to feel lonely, it definitely does not mean they're alone.

It was when I found similarities between my siblings and I and how we might have gotten certain aspects of our personalities from our parents, that I realise home is truly where I belong. There is nothing much like it at all.

Beautiful work of art you should not try to own

until I can't hear even my own thoughts.

I guess the idea behind "practice makes perfect" is that God finds that you really want it.
Hence, he generously grants you the ability to further your limits.
Thank you, I am nothing without you.

Without gravity, distance becomes volatile; what will become of us?

I wanted to add: have faith in humanity
As I told him to give Syrian refugees a chance
But I took back my words

Because.
How could I expect to preach that,
as my faith slowly dwindled?
There were others of his kind, I saw

I wanted to walk my talk
But his kind have crippled me
That's alright though
Soon enough, I'll be able to run
Run to the mountains and shout
Shout it at the top of my lungs

**HAVE FAITH IN HUMANITY

What am I supposed to feel when I get a compliment on how I look after half my face is covered

Mostly, we ponder about standing on the stage of impossibility.

Death do us apart?
Can't, it can't do that
Do you want to know why?
Me, you and I… are me
Apart will never happen, my sweetheart