the noise is chasing me
wherever i go,
whoever i’m with
the noise is there
never ending, ceaseless,
in its pursuit of me
a relentless white noise
i cannot see,
i cannot touch,
but i hear it
it has no source
no way of turning it off
there is no escape from this
single, monotonous tone
except death…
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I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site.
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really well-written
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Thank you 😀
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