Restless soul.
On a lonely road.
Straight and flat.
Serving dollops of dejavu.
Moon drenched.
Lonely road.
Promising a heady ride.
Unshackled from reality.
Unshackled.
Fast.
Listless ride.
Where art ye?
Fellow riders.
Slow me down.
Drown out the moon’s lullaby.
Collide in embrace.
And bask in the warmth of friction.
Let’s careen dizzyingly.
To twisty
Delightful
Detours.
Towards destinations unknown.
Anantha is a teen from Calgary, Canada. Anantha does most of his communication via typing or a letterboard. Creative writing gives Anantha great pride and solace; it is also how he shares his autistic experiences with the world. If you like his writing, you can click here to leave Anantha a tip.
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6 Responses
This is beautiful, Anantha! I love the last few lines, especially!
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