I would be lying if I said I knew anything about chocolate.
I would also be lying if I said knew anything about life.
Undoubtedly, I would be the center of ridicule, if I were to say that chocolate is no less, no more a measure of the universe as are we in our human form or a tree or a grain of sand.
Let this be a testimony to the evaporating sensation and satisfaction of chocolate. Not chocolate in its raw state, but chocolate processed into bars, infused with flavors, affiliated with precious ingredients, evoking wholly and unimaginable states of completion.
If I were to die this very second, I would so with a taste of chocolate hugging the corners of my mouth. I cannot separate life from death, but I can close my eyes and let myself be carried away by my senses. Here is how I attempt to capture my chocolate-experience:
An apparent and illusive mist, twisting its way into my depths, casually leaning against the trunk of a tree like a gentleman tipping his hat
, a rocking motion luring each leaf into a duet with the radical energy escaping me. I am a quiver, a cold shower, my senses spinning as the mist has turned to fog – I am a mess. A jumble and a jitter, an ecstatic call for more, frowned upon by my receptors, now in overdrive, prodded tirelessly by sensation. Tie me down, I cannot sit still, this wild shiver is bending a part of me into higher spheres. All feelings put on hold, to answer them would be facing a wave a mile high, so powerful it would slam against my very core, I might die in defeat…absolute and willing. To die would be to give myself in full to this naked moment, not in thought, not in body, not even in emotion, much much deeper – without any effort. Just a pinch of salt, a carefree carol oozing through my veins, delirium on a sledge passing by, let the comet hit – I am free. Free, Free, Free!