It was a simple plop. But why, as others call it jungle, in my mind it is always just a big comfort village. Both a heartthrob of my cognitive chi and a permitted escape. What a weird to feel like being dragged out when I was supposed to leave.

It was another plop. Another stroll over familliar atmosphere. I was busy telling myself to stop feeling at home. It has never been painful and it will not. This is a decision, something you are aware of. Yet, there I was. Standing in front of my wonderland and laughing very hard for a cowardice.

It was a different plop. It was like a kick, so I was startled. Old beliefs that I almost forgot. Reminded me of a pair of old hands working on the operating table. Age does not come with wisdom, sometimes it comes alone.

There I was, so blessed with a fruitful connection. I was exposed and I absorbed. I observed and I learned. I was observed and I was taught.

Inside myself, I am always at the same age…why deny?

Being special is simply a human right.