Poetry: Four AM Thoughts
You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of
You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of
The knowledge of being autistic and engaging with the autistic community has restored my faith in my intuition. This poem describes the dialogue I wish to have with those who advise me against my intuition.
Jorn Bettin, in collaboration with the autistic community, has come up with a communal definition of autism. We ask that you use the comment section below to let us know what ideas you have to improve this definition.
You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of
The knowledge of being autistic and engaging with the autistic community has restored my faith in my intuition. This poem describes the dialogue I wish to have with those who advise me against my intuition.
Jorn Bettin, in collaboration with the autistic community, has come up with a communal definition of autism. We ask that you use the comment section below to let us know what ideas you have to improve this definition.
You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of
The knowledge of being autistic and engaging with the autistic community has restored my faith in my intuition. This poem describes the dialogue I wish to have with those who advise me against my intuition.
Jorn Bettin, in collaboration with the autistic community, has come up with a communal definition of autism. We ask that you use the comment section below to let us know what ideas you have to improve this definition.
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