contained Soma Here I am. Wretchedly wrapped up in your bow of idealism and hopeful dreaming. I live in the everstream of time as the me you wanted me to be. Tidy. Presentable. No loose ends. I was forever choosing the right words at the right time. I am forever choosing to step away. In the now and the future then, you will see me ever so restrained. I will be contained. But these confines are only where you made me what I am, and I have so much more than what you created me to be. 241110 what's it to you? who go blather from