A Beautiful Chaos - with the inspiring Sky_dancer

 

If you could


See


My


Mind.

Your eyes would open


The fragments of thought,
Bare bones

Of feeling inside.
It’s a graveyard,

Got normal ideas.

The skeletons are hidden deep.

We are revenants
 

Hit and run normality.

Glimpses,

Of what I’m meant to be.
Enough difference

Not to fit in.

Imperfect,

in your eyes.


Broken,

Into perfect pieces.
  

There is a pathological urge

To fix us.

We're not fractured
  

We live behind a fence,
Large enough

To


Keep


Them


Out;

Small enough to let in the light.


We venture

Tentatively

On the Fringes of Your World.

  
Never really staying.

What is taken as natural progression?
We struggle to learn
From the tone of voice,
To simple eye contact.
An almost

Alien

Concept.

  

It’s like a dance;
We learn the structure.
But struggle with the flow


And beat.

So on the dance floor
We are the

Ones

Focused.

We dance alone.

The cut and thrust of thoughts
That want to burst forth;
Anxiety

Pounds like a heartbeat.
Its gravity pulls back
The


Attempts


to


Communicate.

  

The autistic rhythm:
Step-by-step.

Almost

Robotic.
The metronome clicking inside.
Circuits -

Opening

and

Closing,
Determining the thought process

For today.

  

The instinct to hide in plain sight
With an urge to touch,
To feel the warmth of another
At

A

Safe

Distance.


Not to upset

Our delicate balance of Chaos