I Have Asperger's

I usually don’t know what to think, or what to say.

Sometimes, it just happens.

Like a light bulb is switched on.

But really, in the depths of my mind,

There is a huge machine.

It takes in little pieces of a broken picture

And tries to piece them together

In some way that seems to make sense.

Although they don’t always quite fit.

Sometimes, the pictures don’t come out right.

The pieces are left laying, scattered like shattered glass.

Left in the darkness, in the depths of my mind.

But the machine isn’t broken.

It’s just overworked.

It’s taking a moment to build up power again.

And when it does,

The energy surges.

The lights come back on.

Pictures are formed again.