Squiggle

I am a squiggle.

There can be rhyme and reason, but both can be lost in the endless labyrinth of fantasies. Most of the time, I'm an after thought because of how unassuming I am. I rarely mind, it just allows me the freedom to go on my own pace.

I can have clean lines like the square and rectangle, sharp corners like the triangle, and the endless curves of circles.

But sometimes I hate my random lines. I hate that how I'm not uniform - just a mess. A squiggle; something to play with when you're bored, then thrown away soon after.

I wouldn't say that being a squiggle is the hardest thing in the world. After all, all the other shapes have their own problems. I just wouldn't say that being a squiggle is easy. And I can live with that.