The seas once told their story

to me. The story of how they 

were boundless and yet, confined

to the shore. And I found out, that maybe I'm yet another sea. A sea with infinite caliber, and a sea 

caught in the clutches of this 

society. I sometimes want to be 

a tsunami, pouring out all that's in 

me. But for my own calm and 

serenity, how can I devour the ones 

I've loved with all my heart? How 

can I be the reason for their pain? 

And so I spend my life, shushing 

down my voices and embalming 

my own wounds. Life is to be 

lived for others, sacrifices have to 

be made. And maybe, this is my 

sacrifice, of having everything 

and yet concealing and masking  

it all, to comfort the norms.