Restraint.

I have fond memories.
Their preservation is my dedication.

Why do i conceal?
When the feeling is real..
I have this layer of rock
black, molten rock,
this lava that has hardened
is still harnesssed within.

I do my best to contain,
with the glaciers of Antarctica
freezing til it can be frozen no more, and
freezing all that comes into contact with it.
But not purposely.

I am a clumsy giant
in a room filled with
delicate porcelain objects.

Why must it be like this,
until this day, I have learnt
I have learnt the meaning
of many things
of me, of you, of him and her
of Life even.

But I have not yet learnt the meaning of this.


It puzzles me, confounds me and I need to solve it, so that i can rid it off me, so it can torture me no more.
yes.
no.

In an imaginary world I wonder and wander.



Why do we restrain ourselves?

Why do I restrain

My
SELF

?