Sometimes I wake up, trapped in a white two-dimensional space being chased by geometric shapes. Spawning over and over again just to get smothered. Even if they would only do so to get a hug, they invade my personal space. The more edges a geometric shape has, the more my hatred increases, to the point where it gets repulsive. Hexagon, heptagon, octagon, nonagon, … Just be a circle already. Do two-dimensional shapes even know about other dimensions? That they could be so much more than what they are, just because they are being deprived from it? I guess they just want to hang on to their flat edges. The privilege of moving in depths of space, that’s where I belong. Not because I am better than those from the second dimension (even though I am), but because I simply prefer to stay in my reality. But then again, there are so many shapes and spaces that I don’t want to see. Just give me a rock where I can stay all by myself. Give everything its own rock. Every horse gets its own field, every onion cries alone, every officer gets to arrest themself. I tell myself that I’m not scared of being needed, that I’m just happy on my own. Because I don’t risk going out to play with the other kids, only to fall to the ground and scratch my knees. My knees hurt on their own. Every now and then I get trapped again in the two-dimensional space. They just keep on coming for me. They come to get me and nobody cares. But the flat edges somehow do. What are they even good for? It seems like they just hang around and sometimes the circles start rolling. Maybe sometime I’ll drop gear with them. There’s just so much going on in short periods of time that it gets increasingly hard to follow, easier to forget and slip up.
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Maybe the others are still waiting for me.