This World Around me is Big

A little background to this. I’ve spent a lot of time, years and hours working with and observing different people on the Autism spectrum. Some are very busy and have so much to say. Some like their quiet little world with most days being the same and a routine they can count on. I wrote this one night while doing a graveyard shift a couple years ago. It had been a rough day with a young individual on the Autism spectrum, and he had run away from home several times that day. When given the time to process the day this is what went through my mind~ This world around me is big. I don’t quite know what to make of it or the people in it. If I screamed loud enough how many people do you think would hear? If they did hear me what would they do?

This world around me is big. What could it have for me? If I run fast enough and far enough, how much of it could I see? When I get there, will I want to stay? If I decide I would like to stay, does this big world have room for someone like me? If there is room for me, will the people in it want to share it with me? This world around me is big. I’m not sure if this is their world or my world.