let’s talk about candy.
- i love candy
- i don’t allow myself to eat it often (this figure is not an accident),
- because if i eat it while hungry, imma eat all of it
- so i don’t often have candy on-hand.
so when i do walk the candy-line, i have to make a wise choice – there is nothing so heartbreaking as spending calories and about 70 cents on the wrong candy selection. if i make a faulty decision and attempt to quench my candy craving with the wrong candy, one my heart and palate ultimately reject as unsatisfactory, it haunts me,
a sweet specter
flickering through the darkness of my inner-self,
the weight of this knowledge, that i don’t really get a redo, forces me to pace the candy aisle wearing the mask of a grim, focused countenance. my eyes narrow, my breath shortens, my knees bend ever-so-slightly,
and i reach for my go-to, the candy that has not once failed me,
-the rolo can be purchased in a roll, or a bag in which the candies are individually wrapped, making it an easy candy with which to travel.
-the rolo can be eaten quickly, an initial bite and a few chews, or savored.
-the rolo is a humble candy, always present when needed, but without the bravado of the m&m or the snickers bar.
my heart may grow wild when the moon is full or the tide laps high upon the shore, and perhaps i will be reach for sour gummy worms on a whim or pull-n’-peel twizzlers, when i forget that they leave me utterly disappointed,
but the rolo, my sweet hosea, will always find me and remind me that it holds my undying love.