buddhas-buddha : Writing

It's only noon

It's only noon

A Poem by buddhas-buddha


I met him on a morning bike ride. Or in my dreams.It might’ve been a morning bike ride in my dreams.We climbed walls and we held hands.We danced..
the txtng gen.

the txtng gen.

A Story by buddhas-buddha


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Who do I think I am?

Who do I think I am?

A Story by buddhas-buddha


If I thought �" even for just a second �" that I had the right, I would say it.
Religion

Religion

A Story by buddhas-buddha


I believe in balance like it’s a religion �" and I’ll make myself both a God and a Devil.
Unimportant

Unimportant

A Story by buddhas-buddha


All that occupied the hallway was an endless droning hum and bright, fluorescent lights. And yet these two peripheral stimulants overwhelmed my senses..
I'm not lost yet

I'm not lost yet

A Story by buddhas-buddha


One day, I’ll stumble through paved allies, hoplessly lost. It will be raining, my clothes will stick to my body, drenched and formless.I’..
Leaving

Leaving

A Story by buddhas-buddha


Those misty gray days when the soft fog blankets the earth, those days are the best. WhenI spend drizzly afternoons on the river, the light rain pitte..
Nostalgia

Nostalgia

A Story by buddhas-buddha


I inhale the smoke of the incense, harsh and angular words flowing smoothly out of my mouth.Shatra buddhi vinashayak, deepak joti namastitae.One whiff..
How much we change

How much we change

A Story by buddhas-buddha


She has thoughts on her mind, dreams in her head, all of them involving you.
That one time...

That one time...

A Story by buddhas-buddha


The jolt of electricity I felt in that single moment made suchan impression that when I think of that one minute, my stomach drops and my heart beats ..