my_soul_is_buried sardines in a boy's first bucket of stars. 130124 ... past My soul is burned by their light on cloudless nights. 130124 ... flowerock under years of debris destructive, empty, beatings, roaming. insecure, scarred inside and out. my soul is buried like a seed. My seed is protected by all this debris, waiting for the fungus and beetles to break down the toxic bits into a place for good bacteria and life to thrive, for sweet river water warmed by the sun to trickle down through and soak into my seed, to inspire the soul to peek out and see that it is safe, to stretch a little further each day to find that it's really alright, we have all we need here in this once_debris turned fertile soil, it is safe to keep reaching and exploring, putting out exploratory roots and shoots, to keep growing up and out and down and in spirals and lines, I will drink in the sunshine and soak up the rain, I will filter as I see fit the air and things around me. My soul is buried but it branches out and puts down roots where it likes. 140302 ... flowerock feeling claustrophobic being burried... maybe time soon_to_bloom ? 140731 ... unhinged but spending the past few days in the desert has uncovered some things i feel lighter is awed by the power of vitamin d 140731 ... srealista very_good_autopsychos Your Soul Isn't Buried Because we try too hard! i can see it now... you kept missing your step-dad who of course can be nothing but a wispy fae- you know the type- all doctors, the losers 140731 what's it to you? who go blather from