III
I speak in patterns, feel in sound—
The world's too loud, too bright, too unbound.
I crave connection, but can't get it right—
Trying to navigate without losing sight.
They say I'm distant, but I'm too near—
I'm just lost in translation, waiting to hear.
— ASD , 10/3/24
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