Pardon me for being so plain, but plainly speaking, said plainness, painfully, is such by virtue of being default. So you see it isn't my fault for appreciating the essence of this symbolic set's aesthetic aura. Orally I prefer circles and squiggles and curves and spirals but textually, I prefer squares and arrows and lines and more lines. I prefer a good suit and tie to sweatpants and a t-shirt even though I'm hypocritically wearing the latter now.

Not too juvenile, nor too serious. I am often chosen for a list of names, a reminder, an unfinished work or something that shan't be made public. Other times, I am mistakenly chosen, used for a long time then changed at the end, no warning, no regret. I sometimes make others have doubts. Am I capable of something greater? For I am constantly used until things are made perfect, replaced at the end. See, I am short-lived.Beautiful in the perception of one's eyes, yet unable to stimulate that courage, the courage to be the final choice- the chosen one.