Channels
A poem made in my stream of consciousness.
By Cat the AutistPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
You ever feel like your brain is a TV that just flips through channels for no reason?
I’m currently flipping through channels.
On one channel, I see myself dancing in a dress as a five-year-old.
Change the channel to me sitting alone in my room.
Oh look! Here’s a channel in which I finally get a boyfriend!
He’s not on the next channel.
Neither are the friends I used to have.
The reception is getting worse as I move forward.
I want to turn it all off, but I know of the consequences.
Do I turn it off, or do I deal with the static for the rest of my life?
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Cat the Autist
I'm just your everyday Autistic Artist.
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love your poems, so amazing