Dear Moonlight
Dear Moonlight,
The way you glow through the blinds in the night.
It makes me feel like you waited for me.
Kissing my forehead to help me go to sleep in my bed.
Making me yawn and rub my tired eyes.
Are you asking me to stop worrying and let my mind and body rest?
Are you trusting me to let things go?
I look at the sky before dreaming. The sky is dark blue with bright diamonds.
It is not a secret as we know this well and trust each other with it.
If it was not for you, I could stay awake forever.
But I am calm.
I want water.
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J.J. Wikipowski, born in the United States in Dallas, Texas, January 14, 1992, is a prominent, politically active young man diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome in 2012. He has been passionate about politics even in November 2008, when he ran for his high school's office of the presidency on a wide variety of issues. He graduated from a community college in 2014 with an Associate's of Arts in General Education and later graduated from a public university in 2017 with a Bachelor's of Arts in Interdisciplinary Studies. If he had been elected President, he would have been the second president who has autism after Thomas Jefferson.
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