………………………………..A transmission to my son:
sometimes i can catch
a
glimpse of you
through the
slipstream
our galaxies al-
most
align
THEN we can both Hear and See and SPEAK! The super-nova brilliancy of it is…
.
.
.
everything.
those
moments
so
precious
i
i must
i must
(just breath, just breath)
…please
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
………………………………..A transmission to my son:
sometimes i can catch
a
glimpse of you
through the
slipstream
our galaxies al-
most
align
THEN we can both Hear and See and SPEAK! The super-nova brilliancy of it is…
.
.
.
everything.
those
moments
so
precious
i
i must
i must
(just breath, just breath)
…please
My son has autism. I have a sci-fi addiction problem. This explains the brief moments of communication between us.
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