I am the unique snowflake that gracefully dances to the ground in the dead of winter.
I am a pen plotting my way, and my way only, in an explosion of vibrant colors.
I am an "I'll do it tomorrow" project, often forgotten and left in a dusty corner.
I am a shoe, always firmly planted on the affirmative.
I am a horn, sometimes awkwardly blown at the wrong times
I am a pretzel, bending my mind into the oddest of forms.
Me, Alex Myers