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.