I could still remember when a friend caught me eating a basket of chocolates.
She yelled at me, “How could you eat a basket of chocolates? Haven’t you eaten for a long period of time, glutton?”
I stopped her, “Shhh! I just can’t manage to smile anymore. I want to put my teeth out of my mouth!”
She approached me, “Why don’t you eat this box of Ferrero Rocher? I have here! Come on, have a bite!”
I then replied, “We’re not living in a world of Ferrero Rocher where anyone is free to sugarcoat things. In every sweet filling, there’s always the hardest nut called the truth. A ball that is full of mystery. You would unlock questions until you dared to bite its cloth. Its crust is surrounded with rocky crisps that serve as the clasp protecting its softest side. Once you’re done with its shield, try to enter in a world where you can never be given the chance to chew bitterness. Sweet dark chocolate cleansing certainty until it leaves brittleness destroying bones with cavities they punch holes of danger. Time after time, an empty space will never be occupied for the bones had met decomposition. The final bite would never be done for the empty space is not as strong as the ones that left. So, the best thing to do is to swallow the last bite without even chewing it.”
She then asked, “So, what will happen to you if you would dauntlessly swallow the nut?”
I whispered, “I might die.”