An Anxious Aspie's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Sense of presence

A nightmare smashes the quiet night,

in here you’re always losing,

maybe life is more valuable,

waking up,

a splitting headache,

feelings are vague,

a systemic fever,

at this moment,

an ordinary wet towel brings you a sense of awareness,


looking out through the casement,

starry night with the luster of a gem,

feeling like a diminutive dirt on the arched sky,

the night soon restores its tranquility,

like awaiting the next shooting star to paddle across the sky,

you’re glad,

you still exist.

Just like that,

listening sensously to a descant,

reading quietly an article,

tactual wind blowing past the ears and humming slightly,

in here,

no need for rhetoric,

just simple phraseology,

common words,

a dialogue with the heart,

admonishing ourselves,

impossible to misunderstand ,

to garble,

to be lost,



being alive,

is justifying their existence,



your family,

your clan,

your society…

they all need to.
Ideological battles,

always intense like the sound of waves,

perhaps fights like this makes you drenched in sweat,

the body gradually regains strength and feeling,

dawn has arrived,

there have been passersby walking in the streets,

perhaps life is like this.

Comments on: "Sense of presence" (1)

  1. Great piece of writing.

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