Colour, pattern, innocence.
I am me. Me is neurodiverse. At heart I am a confused fallen angel. I am an aspie (high functioning autistic). I found this world nonsensical, scary and unjust. I felt lost, alone and afraid. I tried to find sense and hope but then fell in to despair and bitterness. I have walked the path of pious devotion and the path of hedonistic abandon. I was innocent and became unavoidably flawed by the human experience. I flounder through this existence looking for the threads of worthwhiliness to hold on to.