life is like an abstract painting
trying to make sense of the
lines and colours as they go
here, there, everywhere, following
no pattern or form, taking on a
life of their own with no direction,
looking for a meaning that isn’t
there, struggling to work out
what goes where and why, getting
lost in the kaleidoscopic detail as
patterns merge and shift creating
new lives as the painting sucks
you further into its heart and
soul to finally reveal who you
really are
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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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Really sorry but I’ve only just seen this as I’ve had a difficult time during lockdown. I’ve started posting stuff again so I’ll have a look when I can. Thank you 🙂
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