“…Often time I saved your neck..”
We walked in the alley
The alley of friendship
A friendship worth a valley
Often time I saved your neck
From merciless slaughter
And so we walked in laughter
Not knowing a dagger stabbed behind my back.
(I cannot describe to you what kind of urge that I had in my heart when this thought hardly struck my mind. It made me wanted to write about this so bad and I had this when I was revising this for my final paper in my seventh semester #lol. There is not much for me to write about it but, the urge is an urge after all, is it not?)
Anyways, there are few things about chocolate that makes it just so damn addictive – Thank you god for your creation. Firstly, duhh, chocolate is so good that it makes me want to have it all the time even though over consumption of it would make me sore my throat (because I am greedy like that haha). Secondly, I can have it anywhere and anytime I want; while chatting, while reading, watching some movies, sitting on the sofa, listening to songs, dude just name it and the wild list goes on. You see, once you have a bite of it, the needs of having it keeps on coming that you do not even mind of having it anywhere. I am sure everyone has experienced it and you know what I am trying to tell. Thirdly, obviously there are a lot of other tempting selection on those racks but still, I have my own favourite flavour and that very flavour is the one that I will choose in the end. I do not know about you, but I am that kind of person who sticks with my own favourite. Off topic but this is real though. Every time I go to Pancake House, even though there’re a river of flavours on that menu I’d still going to order classic pancakes, white chocolate macademia cakes at Secret Recipes, vanilla flavour in whatever food that I am going to eat, green tea at Starbucks, yada yada yada. Next would be the electric rush that runs inside of my body when I see it. It makes me feel relieved and at ease. The joy that I get is enough to make my hearts go all excited, lively, and frisky. I could even merrily jump or hopping out of exhilaration you know. Lastly, when I have it over some songs, all memories come and walk in my head. Heads up, I have not gone mental but sometimes I can almost feel that they are strolling, lingering and playing in there haha. Nonetheless, the sad part about this comes when I think about the wrapper. Eventually, the chocolate that I have will be all eaten and all that would be left is the wrapper. Unlike chocolate, which I get to taste every bit of its goodness, its unexplainable warmth and its invisible happiness, the wrapper works only as the story of it. It is undeniably true that it has all the ingredients written on it and where it is made but it would never works the same way as the chocolate does. Plus, who the hell bother to read the wrapper after all? But hey, the wrapper is the one that keeps the chocolate alive, am I right?
To the ones, whom I dearly love, I am actually trying to describe you in some ways that I cannot explain. The pots of love boils but I am a pathetic person who does not know to utter the words of love in my speech. Yes,the wrappers will always be my favourite and do know that you are my favourite chocolate – Thank you god for your creation. #MetaphorsIntended
DECENT WALKING THOUGHTS 