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Image your cyclical lifestyle but instead of being finite, you are infinite. This is a story about beauty and Buddhism.
By Brian Conlon
Sometimes you just don't know all the answers.
Short Story | Updated Nov 11, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The confusing questions of life.
A successful relationship is more than a first physical attraction. It requires a lot of work from both parties to assure that the union is enduring and successful.
All of those thought combined into a short story.
More to come.
By Benjamin Demontalt Aka Joseph Hicks
From a dream series of morning stories... this is Day 23.
Musings of love
Poetry | Updated Oct 9, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
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 Ted Gerard
It is good to know when dealing with Quantum Multi-versal Mechanics that one can be both singular and infinite. So the sunflower fields is a metaphor for a person's soul. It is this energy of belief that is used to power the God Machine.
A look into a girls mind
Poetry | Updated Sep 8, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
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: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
When your lover seems timid and fearful but tells you their fine, you often wonder what they are thinking. Well, ask and ye shall receive! This is for you, confused lover: an easy and accessible copy of their thoughts. How do I know? Because I suffer from the same shadows and burdens as your lover.
Often do I ponder on the idea of reality and the question of existence.
Are we simply figments and is reality only a perception known by its owner?