I notice all the little details and I hang on all the little details. I find poetry in the scenery around me, even the sad times are something beautiful when seen through eyes filled with tears, a pond can appear an ocean.

Suppose that’s why I’m a writer, cuz I’ve always been autistic, I’ve always been emotional, and I’ve always been artistic.

I’m only just learning what this new diagnosis of autism means to me.

-a Non-Miss