cacao rush

cacao. intense. unforgettable.

alone, before dawn, hands wrapped around something warm and dark. no words for what it was yet. only the feeling.
the seed had just been opened. raw. unprocessed. still carrying everything the earth had put inside it.
theobromine. anandamide. five thousand years of memory alive in the palm of both hands.
they brought it to the lips slowly. as if they already knew something was about to change.
a warmth started in the chest — quiet at first. then spreading. to the shoulders, down the spine, into places that had never been touched that way.
the rush. not violent. not sudden. inevitable.
like remembering something you never knew you knew.

cacao rush.