It is starting. It is starting again. *cues movie starting music*
Once again, Jar is in deep shit. Why isn’t anybody surprised?
Damn.
I understand now why people called love an addiction, why
people cannot ever rid the feeling of love. Be it my invincible best friend, or
my close ‘breast friend’.
Love is belladonna.
Sweet as peach tea, deadly as can be. A taste of divine
sweetness, and a lifetime of regret. A spur of moment, a period of
hallucination and a life and death situation. One teeny tiny mouthful can cause
either a fit, heart failure, heart attack or if you are unlucky, all of the
above. Atropa Belladonna is a plant that grew in the hearts of us as a drug, an
addiction. It was said that in ancient times, it was used as an anaesthetic but
also, as poison.
The words ‘Belladonna’ meant ‘pretty woman’. It can numb a person, it also can kill. Pretty much like love, isn’t it?
If love was a rancid cream that is not one bit pleasant going
down the throat, maybe it is easier to deny the existence of love as I tried.
But it is not, and I failed. All these time, the self-denial and self-hypnotism
just ended up as nothing but effort to waste. Belladonna’s sweetness allow the
perfect proportions to reach the tip of happiness. However like all matters on
earth, there is always 2 faces of a situation, Belladonna can also drag you to the
depths of hell. Fortunately, or unfortunately (either or), the short termed
hallucinations give enough for one to feel drunk about. It is like putting you
into a dream, the dream that wishes to be in most. In a scenario which one would
choose over anything including, Death. That’s Belladonna.
So tell me, are you willing to take a sip of Belladonna tea
which was perfectly brewed over the optimal flame at the precise temperature?
Are you willing to give up your life to live in your happiest dream, forever?
It is too late now.
