i know it's gonna replay

The world is round.

But what is she saying? The world has always been round, with no corner for her to sit in, with no straight lines to rest her back against. Just curves, and a bed placed squarely in the middle of a round world. The world is round, and her bed is a square. She knows it is a square because squares are not circles. Squares have edges and sharp points, and unexpected corners that poke when she least expects it. But she prefers squares to circles, because straight lines support her back better than curves do–they give her less cramps, anyways. Her room is a never-ending circle, with no doors or windows to mar the line.

He is round.

But not really round, in that sense. He is lithe and light-footed, full in all the right places and thin in all the other ones. But he circles things like she paces her room, and his smile is the kind that she could never trap in a corner–because, there is no corner to trap it in. He is round, like the world, and she supposes that if she were to follow him, she would end up where she started, just as if she made her way around the real world–the outside world. He asks her if she would like to see the world. She pauses, and she laughs, and she tells him that there is no time. He smiles and tells her he can make time.

She is square.

But not exactly in that sense. She has always been slight and angular, with enough sharp edges to put a corner to shame, but she is surprised by how little she knows, and how little she thought the world was. And he, the circle, shows her everything, rolling her along whenever her sides hold her up. He shows her everything and she learns so much–can squares become so fat that they turn into circles as well?

Circles do not fit into squares.

This is not obvious so much elsewhere as when they do fight–when she will not move and he rolls along with out stopping. But he always comes back to her, in the end, and she is nice enough to stay in the same place until he does. Apples and oranges, black and white, the sun and the moon, squares and circles. Each is more different than the other, and yet, they fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces placed together, interlocking firmly and never separating.

Circles may not fit into squares, but the square fit into a circle.