Lines.

Always connecting,

travelling from one place to another,

but never moving.

Without a start,

without an end,

always varying in length,

in size.

Lines,

always part

of a bigger picture,

bent and folded

to our own desires.

Structured,

random,

lines are always different,

but never changing.

The basic foundations

of art,

of architecture,

the basic foundations of the visuals

of the world we live in.

Lines,

while created against their will,

do not move

unless they are made to.

We build them up

to perfection and then

we leave them,

hanging,

standing,

for the world to see.

Lines do not move

unless they are made to.

They stay,

and sit,

and look as pretty as they were meant to be

but people don't see lines.

They see the bigger picture.

Always the bigger picture.