What soil am I planted in? is it the soil that does not produce fruits? or is the soil carved with eternity in each grain, with substance that sustains? does the soil that cover my seed, fill me with a darkness yet, is filled with love that holds no bounds? neutering me in ways The Creators Kingdom only knows how? Does this soil I lay in give me hope to break through, no matter how deep I am in the ground I feel the warmth of the sun in the depths that I'm in? does it give me a yearning to produce fruits that are only seen on my tree? that is a lovely thing to think about, that I can and am in that soil I speak about. It's a soil I craved for so long, almost felt like I couldn't get out from the other one, the one that buried me with self doubt, insecurity and fear. Now when I look up...