you died, you sat there and died
in front of me, eyes open, staring
into space, mouth agape, colour
draining from your skin, a lifetime
of stories falling to the floor, your
lips arid and dry, unable to pick
them up. i saw the sun glint off a
tear and i had hope. i got some
water, poured it down your ice
cold throat, heard it drop into your
stomach and watched as the letters
lifted off the floor, ready for you to
tell your stories again
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The Autistic FellRunner
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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