Square. Four sides, four ninety degree angles; or, as I like to think of it, four walls and four nonexistent exits blocking you in, no escape.

I mean, you could go up, there's just space up there. What's stopping you from jumping up over that square?

I wasn't sure.

What I was sure of though, was that I was. I'm not positive as to how it exactly happened. I don't even know what it was. I was just there. By now you can see that I'm never really sure of anything. I don't know if I was just made that way, well, I had to have been made that way. That was the only thing I was sure of, I wasn't born. I was made.

And I was made in that little square. It had no depth to it, that square. It was just like how I described it earlier, four walls, with no dimension. I didn't really have a physical form, I was more like a soft breeze wafting through the room. You know, the kind that they talk about in books, the ones that whisper in your ears, or slightly ruffle your hair. I was that.

Now I realize that life was boring then, but then again I didn't really have a life. I still don't. I know that now. After a while of wandering aimlessly, one more layer was added to me. I think that's when I began to realize. You see, before then, all I could do was feel. Not like hunger or want, but touch, like "Oh look it's a wall. I can't seem to keep on going this way." That's all I used to think about. I wasted so much time.

Soon after that, I began to hear voices. I was never able to make out what they were saying, they were just obscure noises in the distance, but I was content to know that I wasn't the only one in my little world. One day, a voice rung clear, "Should we test it?"

I was excited. I didn't know what a test was, much less who would engage in the activity. I was pleading it would be me, silently, because as much as I wanted to communicate with those far-off voices, I couldn't. No words would come out.

But soon, someone replied, "No harm in trying."

I nodded and instinctively said "No harm." I didn't know why I said it, I had no idea how to form noises or shapes with my mouth. It was the first time I realized I had a mouth. Or hands. Or eyes. Or anything for that matter. Then it happened. The words were real. I had spoken. More or less. I wondered what to call it at first, but then it dawned upon me. I had sung.