Everytime nostalgia hits you in the need of yourself to be absent from the world, it eats you like a melted cream on top of an overdue cake. Slowly, bit by bit bacteria reorganize themselves and plan an action which you are not even aware it has started. The spoonful of melancholy riddles on the side, we tend to seek more and more of this tasty-bitterness of nostalgic cream ever-poured in the mouth.
First you want it for more, Next step is to gain some more Finally being addicted to it more and more.
Remourseful, but truth accompanies us whenever this climax of a life-long deadly state come to us once in a while. A very timely day that when it happened to me, I myself decided to be eaten up to be back at the utmost riddling norm I was--theater.
It is funny, yes but I'm still one of those few little culprits of miserabilities (own term) who attends to the rule of being a plucked-off thoughts on the Filipino Artistry.
"starts again and taste the cake which has particularly that cream lapsing".
