Paula Dassie

I will never understand the world. I see it through my eyes. I touch it, smell its odours, listen to its macabre everyday symphony of hedonism and war, and taste its words and colours. I filter all the information I perceive, trying to match every single beam of its grey-zone reason-light to one of the pure, polished surfaces of my crystal-clear aspie brain. I try to find some kind of similarity to what I feel inside of my heart, inside my true love. Why am I still rejected by society? Even worse: by my own familly? My husband? Why do […]