nouseinchoosing

Nostalgia is like a cup of coffee you have made yourself. It is too bitter to enjoy but you cling to it, as it keeps you awake. Once tasted, it always remains on your tongue and keeps crawling on top of it, spreading as if willing to take over your entire mouth and affect every single flavour you are ever to savour. It then hits your eyes, and heart, and belly... It is a gentle hold that grabs your own self with rigid persistence. You enjoy it, as it is better to comply than fight it; better to choose only produce and ingredients to complement its taste. Because it's dominating. Then you become weightless... Your lips open but quickly sla