It’s a life lived in extremes

Extreme emotions, extreme senses

Ever changing, always interesting

 

Emotions flow readily and rapidly

Swinging from the heights of joy

To the depths of dark despair

 

Happiness radiates and resonates

Growing to exuberance

Until it must be released

 

Flapping hands create a dance

Bouncing bodies move to the rhythm

Of joy unable to be held within

 

Despair plummets the soul

Deep into the deepest pit

A crushing darkness overwhelming

 

Bodies move to ease the pain

Rocking, flapping, hitting, kicking

Trying to escape the pit

 

Senses fluctuate and change

From too much, too much

To not enough, never enough

 

Small sounds can cause pain

But also can the ears hear

Exquisite beauty unknown

 

Sometimes ears hear not enough

Needing something more

The right sounds bringing such joy

 

Touch can be so sensitive

The brushing of clothes

Is completely intolerable

 

But also the right touch

The just right touch

Is exhilarating

 

Minds unique but similar

Find the beauty in the details

The exquisiteness of exactitude

 

Repetition and routine bring peace

Sameness comforting and pleasing

Just right for an extreme mind

 

It is a life lived in extremes

Extreme emotions, extreme senses

Extreme living is the autistic way