Rev Writes!

I used to think you a black hole. Completely dark, and a parasite, not a positive trait about you. And lifeless, absolutely soulless. God, I was so very very wrong. You’re not just a black hole, you’re the night sky, a galaxy, the whole fucking universe . My whole universe. You’re not all darkness, like you want everyone to think. You’re riddled with stars, bright spots, like your humor, your pretty smile, your laugh. There are entire solar systems in the way you think, everything revolving and clicking so perfectly, so complex and mysterious but to you so natural, so easy. You’re so brilliant. And sure, there are dark points, negative space in the in-between. But honey, please believe me when I say this, that everything about you is beautiful. And frankly, I think God made a mistake when he hung the stars in the sky. He should’ve put all their glittering glory in your eyes. But that’s okay. You picked yourself up and put them there yourself.

Nonexistence for dummies "I am." "No, you're not." But... aren't I? I must be. But- ...No, no, no. The things I am are but spun glass shields and broken swords- there. Fragile. Created. Who am I? I wonder, mind skipping and trudging and drowning all at once. I am. I reply, repeating the words like a mantra until I almost believe them again. I must be. ...Then the 'wolves' come. And life continues, the world spinning as it always has and will until it, too, is gone. * For my Perspectives class, I had to write a flash fiction piece that was meant to be a sort of self-portrait, and here's where I'll place the breakdown of said piece. The piece is titled  Nonexistence for dummies,  which I think summarizes it quite nicely- the piece itself is a narrative about a person that is made to feel that everything they are isn't real, and as if they, themselves, don't exist- so the title shows that "hey, these are t...