I've learned to see beautyin the grander things,in nature, in people,leaving room for no emotion.I've found a way to turnoff my heart from things thatseem trivial, important, vital,
harmful. I purged my minduntil only goals and plans remained,achieve alone,no one else allowed inbecause there is no one left to care.I've exhausted all possibilities.I am on my own. But you camealong and messed up my world.It wasn't sudden. I fought,I guess, or I was just ignorantto my heart still yearning
to be touched, to be kissed, to bedesired in even the most sinful ways.It was gradual, fun and jokes,long talks and stories,until somehow you became
the beauty in the grander things,in nature, in people,filling everything with emotion.
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Kristina Tingler
Kristina works, writes, and sleeps, but never in the same order.
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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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