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We Are Zen

A Story by siddhartha288

Too late, too late. Too late to give a damn. Too late to pay attention to all of the magnificent things that surround you. Forever is the ticket. Time..

This and That

A Story by siddhartha288

This is that and that was this. Making sure it all came from bliss. But is it not possible to accurately predict the epoch of mankind?

Brink of Madness

A Story by siddhartha288

On the brink of madness. I examine my life and its follies. When I view the sky I want to soar high; higher than any human being has ever tried. Life.

Infinity Borrow

A Poem by siddhartha288

We die Everyday With Every step With Every breath We mutate Our Molecules We are Never The same Construction ..

Monet's Visions

A Poem by siddhartha288

Monet’s visions Were akin To my own Forgiveness Then Da Vinci’s Ghost Tried to make The most of a bad situati..

Around Sympathy

A Poem by siddhartha288

Revolving around Whatever Revolves Around sympathy Patience Is only A virtue When it is able To Flourish Under Ha..

Brave Girl

A Story by siddhartha288

Emma was a brave girl. She liked to run. She liked to jump. She liked to dodge vehicles and people. Sometimes the people dodged her. Sometimes the veh..

Romanticist

A Story by siddhartha288

I let too many great loves slip through my fingers. Who knew it would all add up to this? Certainly not I. Well, I know now but now it is much too lat..