u got the 'brownie' m.u.n.c.h.i.e.s...

Getting over an intense relationship is like eating your favourite choco chip brownie ..mulling over the last remains, not sure whether to save them or gorge on them, savoring each bite and the after-taste remains with you for a while and then the craving returns.

You don’t want to share the brownie with no one.
You eye the brownie with an appetizing vengeance.
You smack it with nostalgia and relish it.
You’re done with it.

Or are you really?

Does the flavour remain? The flavour always remains. You need the headrush again. An indulgent gratification. Addiction has no cure, but addiction consumes you. You loathe the brownie for making you a parasite.

It’s a bittersweet piquancy. No salvage, or redemption, yet you enjoy the acid sting of the hollowness and the saccharine embrace of the pain. You recoil into your own secure world, with your thoughts and bubbles and you wakeup to a stinging reminder of the reality that wants to pull you out of it. I’m not sure if your encounter with eating a brownie is just as intense, but it’s just so in essence.

It’s ideal. There is no confrontation. There is no beckoning. But it does get tiresome. Would you have a rotting brownie? Would anyone have a rotting brownie? But you might not want to throw it in the bin. Only that eventually you H.A.V.E. to! How long can you hang on to a decaying relationship? It’s pathetic!

You can keep the brownie in front of you and crave, but you can’t have it.
You can look at it and imagine it’s sweetness, but you can’t taste it – for real.

T.H.R.O.W it away!

Kill your past. It’ll keep coming back. The addiction to hold on is too strong. And sometimes you’re too weak to resist the sweet seize of anguish and suffering. You long to surrender. You eventually do…you release yourself into the headrush…S.W.E.E.T.

You got the ‘brownie’ munchies. It needs to feed on your fury.

Would you really give up your favourite choco-chip brownie...?

Inconclusive...