Time is not real
It’s just our floppy brains trying to make sense of the world
We want to think that our lives are linear
But Autism has proven that my life is out of order.
Atoms don’t care which way time flow
They act the same no matter the direction
I, unfortunately, am not the same
And it’s clear you see, that my soul is moving backwards
As a child, I was interested in talking to adults
I found my peers unpredictable and boring
As an adult, I still think my peers are boring and unpredictable
I haven’t grown much
As a child, I liked adult stuff
Like nonfiction books about Ancient Rome and WWII
As an adult, I like things made for kids
Who says I can’t love cartoons and board games?
I don’t know why Autism is fighting the flow of time
Or why the older I get the younger I seem
People say that age is just a number
I wonder if this is what they mean.