Starting off with the basics, I'm a human being who believes strongly in rapports and belief along with human substance. I believe strongly in the notion of treating one another with respect in order to reside in the fate of happiness.
Moving on to my condition, I was diagnosed with high-level Autism typically known as Asperger's Syndrome. I was diagnosed as a younger child after I got out of my main, Autistic space. I penetrated the core of humanity, and dug into the substance of 'normalcy' without a look-back into the past. Regardless of what you may think, I have memories of being Autistic enough to be noticeable.
I'm ageless. I'm merely a thorn who whirls around the husk of imagination.
I'm salted with beliefs and bedecked in 'art festivals.'
I'm a ghost from your memory; I'm a lively accolade at best.
Style does not come from aesthetics.
Style does not come from wisdom.
Style comes from the electricities of you and the minuscule figment of your mind.
I believe in music. I believe in color.
Life is a dancer and we are its music.
I'm hungry for life. I'm hungry for you.
I'm anxious to tell you I love fuchsia and I'm a happy spade.
My favorite words are 'ambivalent,' 'lexicon,' and 'enigma.'
Too many people appreciate stupid things that pertain to the technological ages, thus lost in their own 'me' worlds, chastising spirituality.
My hat is off to the skies, just so the stars can be drawn:
or should I say this: 'the sky is my hat and I draw stars?'
I have a maddened version of euphoria swept gently across the palette of musical worlds and galaxies from a farther distance.
My ancestors are clubs and aces.
My answer is life.