Hi steemians. I'm new to this platform and would love you all to help me a bit on this. Commemorating with an introduction I would like to present myslef to you all.
I'd like to tell you guys something about myself. What I think is I've got a writer in me. I love expressing my feelingsthrough words. Writing has always been my escape.
I am a rugged piece of mystery, a compass-less traveler unaware of my place in this universe. Sometimes I repel human touch, sometimes I crave it. Sometimes I hate myself till it hurts, sometimes my love for myself treads dangerously within the periphery of narcissism. At times, when the sun drowns beneath the horizon, I curl up somewhere inside my head, shut the world and its exhausting cacophony out and lose myself in the raging gray storm inside. When I am there, the sky might go yellow, or it may rain lavender. I am suddenly surrounded by thousands of mirrors, each one reflecting me. Sometimes I see myself drenched in rainbows, an exotic palette coated in God’s melody. Sometimes I see nothing, as if I am invisible, unworthy of a reflection. At times I find myself blanketed in dark, my lips mahogany, my eyes empty and my heart spilling out of my ribcage. But mostly I am gray. Dull, lifeless, gray. And the gray is where I see my truest self, a disgusting, insecure being afraid of my own self, afraid of the people I love, afraid of uncertainty. In the gray I see the steel I use to carve my skin, and in the gray I see the smoke I have grown to hate. The gray defines my deepest, darkest secrets, the depths of my barely existing soul. The gray highlights my misery, my fear, my dying desire to live.
And when the sun finally shows up, like a smiling friend you waited an eternity for, I exit the hidden universe, unknown to mankind and dissolve into peaceful, colorless slumber.