I was born with a pen in one hand and ideas in the other. I am a 42 year old autistic savant. I started writing when I was seven, my mother would write everything down for me when I asked her to before I was capable of writing. My first poem came to me while in the car driving home from school with my mom and I told her I thought about something. I told her: Mother nature sighs as she opens her eyes to reveal the moon, and the stars began to swoon. I was seven years old and I didn't speak much so I surprised my mom. I am a selective mute. Writing has given me a voice in my silence. I was thirt...