I am slow sometimes. But I hope that when I find myself more wise, less naive, and maybe even a little cool, despite my autistic tendencies, that I will be a graceful, caring, strong person who is full of life but still a moody, stormy poet. A life without my poetic side is one I sometimes find myself in, and when I'm in that state of cold and calculating mindset, I feel dead inside and life becomes nothing more than 1's and 0's. If you ever come across this in the future when you are wiser and more full of life and love, I would appreciate you saying a prayer for me that I never lose that living side of me. And I will do the same for you.