Hi.
I'm not one who is great with greetings, as you can tell. If you're wondering what this is about, it's about me. Not me as a person, but me as an error.
Yes, an error. Doesn't make much sense, does it? Allow me to clarify.
I'm not one for labels. That's everyone else's job. I let my peers label me. I'm an error.
The oddball.
The mistake.
I'm like that little eraser-pencil smudge that's left on your homework. You know, when you try to erase your mistake but it just smudges a bit and won't go away? I'm that mistake.
I'm a lot of things. I'm nonexistent. Yeah, I'm alive and here on Earth.
But, I am also just a piece of nothingness, I am the one who hides in your shadows when you walk by my empty figure of silence.
I have a name.
My name is Revortsk.
It's strange, I know.
But what can I say..I'm strange. I come off as sad and just filled to the brim with melancholy and self-loathe.
I'm not always like that, honestly.
I can also truthfully say that I'm a paradox.
I am darkness, yet I am light.
I am sadness, yet I am happiness.
I am hatred, yet I am love.
I am the darkest shade of pitch black, yet I am the brightest and lightest shade of blinding white.
I am pure, yet I am filthy.
I am alive, yet I am dead.
I am okay, yet I am not alright.
I am something, yet I am nothing.
I am silence, yet I am heard most.
I am Myself, yet I am not Who I Am at all.
I am everything.
I am just not grey, for I will never see it as told and shown for what it is,
Yet the only grey I can see is myself.
Not myself as in me, but myself as that smudged bit of graphite that you call a permanent mistake.
That, my friend, is I.
