surfaced. (dear you, pt. 8)
there's a seam in the chair in my living room, where items are lost forever.
keys. coins. chips. all sorts.
stuck, buried, lost. usually to be forgotten.
But when I least expect it,
when im so desperate to find those things that I need,
they have a way of turning back up in the place I least expect them.
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there's a place somewhere far off,
somewhere deep in the trenches of my mind,
where I've buried so much over the years.
thoughts. lies. fears.
they're placed there for a reason.
when something is dead, you bury it. and those are all things I've desired to bury in order to gain a sense of normalcy, to be healthy and to move into the joy and warmth that the truth has to offer.
But when I least expect it,
when I'm so desperate to find those things that I need,
whats buried has a way of turning back up in the places I least expected them.
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dear you,
bury it and leave it buried.