moonshoothinking

[moonshoothinking]

And then, I saw a distorted image of a dandy world. The faces I admired for the familiarity and the tender treatment, shattered like a poison phial.

The memories ran their course, and the smiles shading benevolence became a diabolical sham.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

A throbbing back is always better than a bleeding heart. As I hold dear the ache of my hard work over the ache of my idleness.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

We're the lost generation of the age. For us there's no light, and lights of immense power and possibility of betrayal. We're the creatures of darkness, we abhor and abide the darkness. But have no clue of evasion. We're the dead and living of the cage. We are the vigilant and stupor of the age.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

"Why do you like taking care of people's pain? " "Because there is a room full of silence and emptiness, so dejected and deserted in my heart. With every wipe of people's tears, a flower blooms in it. So, my fear of that barren land or perhaps my greed for a green land has drawn me towards people's pain."

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

I always say that, and I'll say it again: neither every man is maliciously malice, nor every woman is a woeful victim. There are men with a mind of saint, and there are women with a heart of Satan.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

His feet were heavy and his head deadened. Cause he has the blood of the universe on his hands. He has the death of a daylight, the wilting of the wild bluebells, the darkness of the night, the cold of the winter's and the essence of every season on his hands. He has the blood of Azazel and the angels on his neck. He has a piece of HIM.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

I have seen death. It's slow, painful, and I think kind. I have seen the exhaustion of it. It creeps in, with slow, steady shifts. I reckon human body really is a vessel. Or perhaps a door way to the world that exists beyond the bods. Because I have seen the door dreadfully ajar while death was creeping in, and the body was groveling. There was no fear but sheer exhaustion.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

I was over the moon with the adoration, exasperated with the abhorrence, and then silenced with the recklessness. And just like that it was the end of it.

I know the pathway like the back of my hand, yet I find myself climbing the same mountains over and over again.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

I spell the stars all my secrets. Neither do they have a tongue for betrayal, nor do they possess an eye to judge. They're the keepers of all the untold secrets and stories. They do not deceive with their words but comfort with their silence.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

The tears were different today; they were more of molten pearls than a mere foolish fusion of water and salt.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

Our decline, our indignant moments, and our vices define us to the world. Our virtues, ventures, affection, and affliction hold no weight. The world is color-blind, seeing a smattering spectrum of hues.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

If a marine sings to you about the ocean, don't drown yourself in it. What's a home to them is certain death to you. Never leave your sky for someone else's ocean.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

What people don’t understand is that loving someone and loving being loved are two totally different things. People often mistake the latter for the former.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

I used to wonder about the bard's idea of losing track of time because of someone's face. But now, I can see it. You can look at someone's face and become captivated by every detail. There is so much to appreciate and admire in a single face. For instance, every lash of their eyes demands your absolute attention. The details of their lips, the symmetry of their face, the shift of emotions in every second, the infinite universe, and the fluctuating soul in their eyes—every pore of their skin demands your unwavering interest.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

I looked at the moon like someone else's mansion, and I leapt at the stars like my own cottage. And I knew it then, the familiarity of my cottage was far more magical than the magnificence of someone else's mansion.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

I asked: am I a broken leaf, whom the waves will flow away anytime and anywhere? He answered: isn't it better than the giant, rigid stones who hinder the flow of the ocean? I said: why the stones? Why not a pearl in a sea shell? For whom the ocean will unleash its fury to enshrine it deep in its chest.

-Adin Ziaf

[moonshoothinking]

Sometimes, it would be less, while other times it would be more, but it would never be perfect.

-Adin Ziaf