Late at night, I was alone in the faint light of the bedroom and read books silently, feeling extremely comfortable. This feeling is impossible in the sunshine (day).
I don’t know when I got rid of the shell that I used to like lively, and I just want to be alone, enjoying the silence in my heart that belongs only to me. It is precisely because of this that (relatives) and friends said that I am becoming more and more autistic.
Maybe, because I found that I couldn’t communicate with many people, and I didn’t think this was autism, but the silence after seeing through the world. Because of this, my heart is as deep as the ancient well. Just as some people (adolescent or young people) say it, it’s not that I can’t talk to them, but that I don’t know what to say to them at all.
And because the world is too noisy, I built a city in my heart. Every night, I would plant trees and farm in the lonely city, and read and drink and paint in that quiet place far away from the glitter of lead dust. Fortunately, we have a good spirit during the day and work better.