James Gale
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A Poem on Feeling Empty: Fading Supernova
I long for comfort perhaps an early grave. I burned my dreams for warmth only cold ashes remain. This hollow ache drifts on never fully belonging, never truly named. My soul, a fading supernova of wasted potential and lingering shame. Continue reading
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Abstract Painting – Molten Dreams
While unpacking some boxes, I rediscovered this artwork that I made. Back then, in the long-forgotten year of 2022, I had titled it ‘Molten Dreams’. There is, of course, a long story behind the painting and the feeling I had while making it. But let’s try… Continue reading
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A poem on purpose: The Beliefs of a Fallen Leaf
Does the fallen leaf believe itself abandoned, or rest in quiet knowing of its destined descent? Does it dream of heights once held, or trust in sacred purpose,a divination whispered faintly by the wind? Continue reading
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A Poem on ‘being normal’: False Crown
There is a new anger in me. It crept in slow, scraping away the thin shame that clung to me, grinding disbelief to the bone. The world’s lack of sentiment toward anything different sets me ablaze. I burn now, unyielding flames forged from relentless despair. The… Continue reading
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Unmasking Autism, Part II: The Hidden Marathon for Autistic Professionals
What if your life felt like the hit-show Severance: one self for work, one for life? For many autistic professionals like myself, it’s reality, where often only the work-self survives. After a day of working and relentless masking, I have little energy left for life outside… Continue reading
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Unmasking Autism, Part I: What Masking Feels Like
Do you ever feel like you’ve just run a marathon — but all you did was smile, nod, and try to be “normal”? For many autistic people — myself included — that’s not the exception. It’s the everyday. “Masking” is a word that often floats around… Continue reading
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A Poem on Existence: My Atoms at War
My atoms do not belong together. They push, pull, and break— all my cells divided, existence being the topic of late. Neurons still fire, out of contempt or even spite. They make all thoughts eerie, restless echoes in this drifting mind. We are all made of… Continue reading
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Why I enabled ads on this webpage
Hi there, Happy New Year, first of all! I hope 2025 is off to a great start for you. You might have noticed something new on my website recently—ads. I wanted to take a moment to explain why I made this decision. Running a website comes… Continue reading
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