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Self-discovery is optional.

By Kristina TinglerPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I found God on 107,on the tight steep turns terrifyingand satisfying to complete.Towering trees, cloaked in sharp greens,supported with eternal brown.The wind and roarof driving too fastencouraged the danger,daring me to mess up,to go over, to end it all.Would it be an accidentor a dream come true?I found God in the silenceof my thoughts, everything emptyand begging to be filled,too afraid to ask.Desperation is a way of lifebut loneliness is the choice.I found God when I foundmyself. The wooded surroundingstook me in and spit me out.The heavens called outin a voice of a stormto guide me home.I am home.

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Kristina Tingler

Kristina works, writes, and sleeps, but never in the same order.

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