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Image your cyclical lifestyle but instead of being finite, you are infinite. This is a story about beauty and Buddhism.
Questions, summaries and future stories. Here's your chance to look inside my life.
I had written this long back when I was kind of semi-conscious, with a lot of spelling mistakes. Found it yesterday so thought of publishing it (after rectifying the spellings). :D
It is the year 3028 and the humanity is dying. There is no hope. There is no god. There is only nothingness.
Short Story | Updated Sep 23, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Reel Greene
I have a question.
What happens when all memories of a particular person is erased from all other people's memories? Can they even be considered as living, or existing if they mean nothing to the rest of the world?
It is a question that has perplexed me, and I want the answer.
By Elena Benward
My realisation - best decribed by the lyrics of KT Tunstall in her song Heal Over - 'Everybody sails alone - but we can travel side by side'.
In this work I explain the reason why I always write about happiness and optimism.
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 4, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
A poem about the struggle with one's self and the fear of holding back thing that could allow you to live your fullest.
Poetry | Updated Sep 4, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A short view of my personal outlook on things to come and how to interpret them.
We always knew we were not alone, we had so many questions and so much to learn. But how long would it have taken for the big question to be answerd?
Life, a cycle on going and never ending.
What do you think?
By Mish Mash
This book is about questions that Christians and non-Christians asks.
Some Christians and non-Christians (I think) ask a bunch of questions that some people don't know the right answers to them.
The first question that they ask would be
Wrote this ages ago. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been really busy. This poem is/was about someone a while back. They're irrelevant now but I thought I'd post it anyway.