Glow.

The button “v” fell off and now I just press the nub that used to be hidden under the fancy pancy button. Nubby nub. I think I’m autistic. I’ve been wondering about the possibility for the better part of the decade, and few months ago when I asked about it from my mother, she said that she was wondering about the same thing when I was a small child. The most reliable looking online test I’ve found gives me a score of 28-29, right in the middle of the Asperger’s bracket. Go figure.

It’s quite late but I’m not feeling sleepy. Well I am. But I don’t feel like sleeping which is dumb. I want to write some story or draw, but they wouldn’t turn out like what I had in mind, so I won’t do it. Not tonight.

This silence and night time serenity. Glowing lights, both above and below my 6th floor apartment. New roommates. Apparently it’s an eye condition that makes lights glow. I like my sleepy eyes. And the darkness pierced by lights that make the scene look dreamy.

I strongly dislike motorcycles and mopeds. They make my mind and ears hurt. Owie. They always seem to be the loudest vehicles around. Of course there’s also those cars that make my windows shake when they pass by, but for now those aren’t going to bother me too much. Cars can’t pass by my house right now. They can’t. Unless they’re flying cars. I haven’t seen those yet. I’m glad.

If only. Time. Stop. Let me dance with the lights in the sky without being burdened. Don’t breathe. Breathe. Hard choice. What would you do? In 20 seconds balance is lost and soon enough you find yourself 20 minutes into the future with no way to return. Lost time, eh? Sure, most people can’t do it. Not so fast at least. Sometimes even less than 15 seconds is enough to see glowing lights that don’t produce light and aren’t fixated on a spot. Out of breath. What’s the point of purposefully trying to breathe when you were born with breathing problems written in the stars above. Others have it worse I know. I shouldn’t complain so. My mistake.