Musings of a Caffeine-Addict

I post random things here, feel free to read through them.

[cffneaddct]

Who is that?

That person, standing in the corner of the room.

See? They're just standing there, quietly.

Watching; observing.

Oh, a shame I can't make out how they look like. From this distance, they resemble a shadow without a body to cling unto.

Maybe if you approach them carefully, you'll make out their features!

Have you seen them before? Or maybe, crossed paths with them once? They seem to have an interest towards you.

See? You can see their eyes completely fixated on yours!

And every where you go, they'd follow you from afar, far enough for you to not realise their looming presence behind you. Sometimes, they even had the courage to literally stand behind you.

But you never noticed them, didn't you? You never felt like someone was with you this whole time!

Though, you can see them, right?

Or are you just pretending not to?

Are you afraid of them? Afraid of what kind of person they are? Afraid of what will happen if you finally turn your head towards them, confronting them with your sharp gaze?

Still, why would you be afraid? This whole time they were waiting for you to notice them!

Look! They're right there! All you need to do is just turn around and greet them!

...Huh?

Wait.

If you think about it....

They kind of... look like you....

[cffneaddct]

I have a deep fear of the ocean.

When I was a kid, I loved going to the beach. Running around the shore with my friends, throwing sand at each others faces, hunting seashells and digging up treasure...

Heck, I even wanted to become a mermaid.

But something changed when I stumbled upon Poseidon.

One day, it was as if Poseidon had deemed me unworthy of visiting his underwater domain. He sent out his waves to shoo me away, rejecting me from ever coming closer to his kingdom.

And as a threat? He made sure that I knew my life was on the line.

Ever since that fateful day, I couldn't help but tremble every time I set foot on the beach. My legs would shake as the waves came closer to the shore, taunting me to step forward. But I knew better than that, which is why I always stood far from the shore.

My friends always told me to be brave; it's not like Poseidon's going to unleash his wrath upon me again, right? But I knew better than that, for Poseidon has already plotted against me. Who knows what sort of torture awaits me at the depths of the sea? Who knows what sort of creature he sent to drag me into his prison?

Even so, I still enjoy swimming. Heck, I still want to become a mermaid.

But to risk it all just to make amends with Poseidon?

I'd rather stay dry, thank you.

[cffneaddct]

"a glimpse inside the castle, where a princess tries to serenade her lover."

How can a person like you exist?

The thought of you alone enthralls me.

A being so kind, so tender;

You're so fragile, and yet so strong.

Sometimes I fear I might break you,

Into smaller, abstract pieces.

But you insist on staying,

Either because of insanity or admiration.

Why do you raise your hands in prayer,

When your enemies raise their swords instead?

Why do you divide your bread with strangers,

And ignore the rumble in your stomach?

You humble yourself before others,

Yet they still write ballads of your virtues.

And if I was a bard,

I'd sing tales of your heroic deeds,

I'd tell stories of your chivalric acts,

In hopes of being called to your court,

Becoming the only troubadour you'd commission.

But of course, I won't accept your payment,

For your joy alone would be enough.

Allow me to love you properly,

Recite the oath you've been crowned to,

Join me in this jig of passion,

Invite me into your heart,

O, dearest lily of the valley.

[cffneaddct]

Farewell, Winter

Farewell, Winter.

Though your kisses make my skin turn blue,

And your touch leaves a sting so sharp,

Your words I will forever preserve,

Entrapped in this memory for eternity.

Farewell, Winter.

Though you may appear as heartless,

And you lack the warmth and light of normality,

You lull me into a comfortable slumber,

Withdrawing my worries of what comes tomorrow.

Farewell, Winter.

Though your rigid thoughts make you stagnant,

And your demeanour intimidates the fluidity of nature,

Your beauty ceases to be diminished,

Inviting me to walk through your frigid facade.

Farewell, Winter.

Though Spring will shortly come,

And the flowers hesitantly unearth themselves,

I will await for your return,

As my tears melt away the remnants of your presence.

[cffneaddct]

Wolves have the privilege of being able to howl at the moon.

While the crickets hum and the frogs try their best to sing, the feral canines unleash all of their frustration to the night.

All of their anger, all of their sadness, all of their pent-up emotions that they cannot show during the day...

The moon listens.

And they understand each other clearly.

[cffneaddct]

Meaning demands sacrifice.

To create a painting that speaks a thousand words, a painter must drain all the colours out until not a drop was left.

To play a piece worth of bringing audiences to tears, a pianist must press all the keys on the piano over and over again.

To write a story for the sake of wisdom and truth, a writer must waste all of their ink; sometimes even ripping and tearing the papers they no longer need.

In the end, who gained all of the praise?

Of course, it was the creator.

In the end, what did it cost?

The loss of the creation's sense of self, for the sake of meaning.

All for the greater good.

[cffneaddct]

The Moon, the Sun, and the People Below

The Moon casts her shadow upon the earth, darkening the skies in her reverie.

The stars; how they glow! Dancing along to her tender, nocturnal tune.

The people on earth groan and moan about, fearing the night that awaits their day.

They rebel against her, unable to see that her light has saved them from doom.

"Let there be no more darkness! Let the night be gone!"

The Sun casts his warmth down upon the earth, lighting up the world in his ecstasy.

The clouds; they rejoice! Humming along to his merry, diurnal song.

The people on earth cheer and celebrate, welcoming the day that comes after night.

They worship and adore him, unable to see that his light might burn them down.

"Let there always be light! Let the day stay for long!"

And yet, what do they know? Of the scars they left on the Moon?

And yet, what do they know? Of the hurt they'll gain from the Sun?

Truly, what do they know? Of the pain the Moon must endure?

Truly, what do they know? Of the pain the Sun will make them bear?

[cffneaddct]

"this time, I didn't forget my umbrella": a monologue

The falling rain, with stars shining above us.

Under the covers of a flickering lamp post.

The foggy streets, your eyes caught me at last.

I couldn't tell the real you from your ghost.

The hazy carlights almost blinded both our eyes.

Our feet were trying to waltz around the puddles.

Unlike those rats, we tried our best to realise,

The dangers that we can't ever comprehend.

The headlights of the passerbys,

Are just like the ones in my memories.

The footsteps of those walking by,

Reminds me of the time we said goodbye.

The smell of grass after the rain.

The fallen leaves that are muddled in a pile.

If my shoes are wet, who do I have to blame?

You've disappeared, and I'll stay here for a while.

[cffneaddct]

Entry 6: Astronaut Logbook - Venera 8

A faint glow across the stars; that was how you appeared through my eyes.

Undetectable, hidden from the radar. Yet, your kindness shone through the darkness.

Unbeknown by the others, that gravital pull of yours have managed to reel me through your atmosphere.

And somehow, I have found myself trapped on the planet of Eros.

Your gentle hands have destroyed my spaceship; inabling me to leave, as if telling me to stay.

But at the same time, you tried to fix it; out of pity, or perhaps to casually shoo me away?

The more I try to explore, the more dangerous it gets. You told me to stop, and yet you opened a path.

You said a meteor shower would come, but all I saw was a sky full of stars.

Oh, won't you let me stay? Won't you let me be an inhabitant of this lonely planet?

Won't you open up your heart just this once? Won't you let me take care of this beautiful place?

And for once in your life, won't you let yourself be known? Won't you let me research every aspect?

Won't you let yourself be loved?

[cffneaddct]

They say change is good. Just like the trees on an autumn day.

Surrounded by the crisp and cold air. Yet, their leaves unwillingly began to fall one by one, leaving them of warmth.

Before they can pick up their remaining leaves, the wind will object and sweep it all away. Far, far away from their reach.

They are left without comfort to survive the coming winter, all in the name of change.

So if they say change is good, then why does it hurt so much?

[cffneaddct]

If you look at the sea, you'll see the raging tides come forth.

The waves tumbling and turning, wrecking stability wherever they go.

Most people would run and hide, when the danger threatens their comfort.

But not the shore, no, not the shore.

The shore stays put, holding their own against the ocean.

And the sea? The sea becomes soft.

The waves get smaller, and smaller, until when it hits the shore...

The water gently greets them.

And the shore? The shore welcomes them with open arms.

Unfazed by the turbulence before them.

The sea asks, "Aren't you afraid of me too? Don't you find me intimidating? Oh, won't you run just like the others?"

But the shore—oh the shore—the shore embraces them even more.

For their actions are enough to reassure their dearest ocean.

[cffneaddct]

yearning at it's peak.

A shared glance, a longing to be seen.

An exchange of words, a yearning to be heard.

Yet you said goodbye, leaving a trace of your presence.

We meet again, a funny coincidence!

You barely waved, yet your eyes were glowing.

My feet moved on its own, a lingering feeling.

Actions spoke louder, than words barely uttered.

Simple greetings, stolen glances; a mystery to be solved.

I'm trapped inside a maze, that lies inside your head.

Slowly but surely, you allowed me to read your mind.

A mind full of unread books, waiting to be picked.

Picked up from the dusty old shelves, that awaits.

If only you would allow me to dive deeper.

Deeper into the catacombs you desperately hid from the world.

Then it would be an honour, to explore it alongside you.

[theealbatross]

seb: well me and mc really had our ups and downs

coworker: oh? big fights huh?

seb, remembering when he spiraled into dark magic and used an unforgivable spell to kill his uncle and she covered it up: yeah something like that

[theealbatross]

ominis: put a finger down if you were nice to a girl to use them for your own gain then played yourself, caught feelings, and is now horrendously obsessed with them that you got sick because they chose Amit Thakkar for one charms project

sebastian, on his last finger: i don't like this game

[cffneaddct]

Every time a snake sheds its skin, a tinge of envy slithers its way into my heart.

It must be nice, being able to take off your skin.

Do snakes feel uncomfortable with their own skin, for them to have the need of a new one?

If they do, then why didn't God grant us humans the same wish?

How great was the guilt that consumed Eve's temptor, for God to give it a second chance?

[cffneaddct]

How can you say that you cherish God's law, when you love His commandments more than Him? How can you say that you keep His word, when you despise your own neighbours?

You say it's for our own "good" yet, you nag us out of spite; you fear the judgement that comes, if you don't set us into the "right path."

Perhaps, it wasn't about God; all this time, it was all about you. So what if God is above all? You crave to be elevated.

Of course, you deny these accusations, calling it "atheist behaviour." But you forgot one thing; we're all serving the same God. Although, the god you so desperately love is different than ours.

Call it "blasphemous" if you want; do you need a mirror? Isn't worshipping the created instead of the Creator a heresy itself?Wouldn't you say condemning others when you have no right to as the same as playing god?

Reality is often blurred by the lenses of idealism. Others view you as kind, humble, some might say even holy. But the truth is, your heart is filled with such bitterness that you disguise as "being a servant of God."

In a way, that title isn't exactly wrong. It's just, the closest example of your position is the eldest from the Parable of the Prodigal Son. You pout and sulk when the Father welcomes the lost, for you feel that they are undeserving.

Though you have spent your whole life to please God, your heart was never aligned to His will this whole time. You say that what you do is "appealing to the Lord" and you make fun of others who don't keep track of their ministry, who seem like they don't care at all about ministry.

Even so, is what you're doing truly for the sake of glorifying the Lord? Or are you just disguising your lousy attempt on making yourself look good?

Surely, you must've realised this from the start. You just choose to be in denial, for you cower in the face of the meek.

[apesoformythoughts]

via Catechesis Memes