Nansensu

"You will always have a taste of what you have paid for... even if it's bitter."

A line from a song that I have improvised which I believe is true due to some "bitter" experiences that have trickled  in my tongue. Oh how is it that the taste lasts for so long? How is it that you can remember how and what it feels like? Regret is not to be put in mind but your own responsible idea for buying what you've always been wanting for even though you are well aware of how it will turn out to be.

What am I rattling on about anyway? Expressionism is not always the theme for this matter. A little distortion could make it because I know, somehow, everything tastes differently at a different cost. I did not pay for sweetness in the form of money but I paid for it in the form tears. I bargained my own risk for an impulse which lasted only for a split second that I believe would taste good but then when I looked in the mirror, I saw a fine line of blood slowly coming out from the cut made by just a split second.

I may sound vague today and prolly leave everyone, including myself, in a state where you have that feeling that you've done this before yet you feel guilty all throughout your bitter and vain selfishness of what it is that you've paid the most that left you broke and desperate for a fresh new start. I hope I'm right.

"There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you have paid for."
--STOP.