I always wondered what people meant when they said that some things have a taste to them. Like, how on earth is there a "taste" in victory? Or a "taste" of bittersweet longing? I mean, apart from the victory of getting to the 7-11 offer section. Or the bittersweet longing I have for dark chocolate.
But I guess you come to realise that some things do have a taste to them. Like that bland feeling you have when your life has degenerated into a monotony. Or that bitter taste that engulfs your life when you consider things that are too great for your comprehension. (And cause me to break out. wtfreak. I NEVER BREAK OUT.)
Then of course there's that sour taste of having been confused, hurt and betrayed, a caustic taste that makes you search for some artificial sugary sustenance to just take the edge off it. And as you nibble on your metaphorical lollipop, you can curse, sigh and choke back tears.
That sounded strangely emo. Hmm. Nevermind, time to find my lollipops.
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