The Words Were Never Meant To Leave

The Words Were Never Meant To Leave Single Art - Chris Rewired

I never wrote this for claps, or praise from a crowd, I wrote because my head gets loud, and the thoughts won’t quiet down. Sometimes it’s pen and paper, sometimes notes in my phone,…

The Things I Thought Were Just Me

The Things I Thought Were Just Me Single Art - Chris Rewired

I thought it was just me, this leg that never learnt to rest, the fingers scratching at my skin while saying I’m not even stressed. The quotes I say on constant loop, the same…

My Brain Has Better WiFi on Paper

My Brain Has Better WiFi on Paper Single Art - Chris Rewired

Ask me face to face what’s going on, I’ll say, “I’m sound” then waffle on. Make some joke, scratch my beard, change the subject, disappear. It’s not that I’ve got nowt to say, my…

I’m Tired

I'm Tired Single Art - Chris Rewired

I took the mask off, then the noise came back, like it had been sat there, waiting to attack. ADHD laughing, boots on my floor, kicking every locked up memory through the door. I…

The Weekend Goblin Committee

The Weekend Goblin Committee Single Art - Chris Rewired

My autistic brain says, “Quiet night, mate. Please. Joggers on, phone off, and leave me in peace.” ADHD goblin kicks the door like he owns the bloody place, with a bottle of JD in…

Fuck It, It Is What It Is

Sometimes life needs a proper plan, a list of jobs and a capable man. Sometimes the list can stay where it sits, while I take one breath and just say… Fuck it. My brain’s…

The Lights Are Off In My Head

I’m writing this from somewhere low, where basic thoughts don’t land, where tomorrow feels too far away, and today won’t leave my hands. My head feels like a cave inside, cold walls and dripping…

Two Blokes In One Skull

Two Blokes in One Skull Single Art - Chris Rewired

There are two blokes in my head, neither knows what the other said. One speaks routine, rules and facts, the other throws fireworks into the gaps. One wants the same mug, same chair, same…

Built With Strange Parts

I was never “normal”, whatever that means, just a kid with a loud head and torn up jeans. Sat alone with my toys, making worlds on the floor, while everyone else seemed to know…

Four Weeks of Turmoil

Four Weeks of Turmoil Single Art - Chris Rewired

The house felt dead. The future had fucked off. A decade of love reduced to boxes, quiet rooms and one final door being shut. I stood there carrying all of it, like someone had…