Candy Hero Spectacle
Sometimes I go out without my glasses;
the ground lenses that the opticians made for me to see better... Without them a discarded candy wrapper is a lost badge of honor, leaming crimson crinkles remnants of some hungry soul's triumph. Now the litterers are fellow soldiers; comrades who do not yet know the battle they prepare for by giving in to sweet satisfaction.
"You'd best eat all of that. You're going to need your strength," says an old voice encouraging me to have the thing I thought I wanted- because they gave it to me. The memory becomes fuel I need to face the long journey back to myself... Having so considered the candy wrapper, some days I pick it up. Other days perhaps the person behind me feels superior noticing me ignore it, allowing them to pick it up-as Judas yielded by fulfilling his role.
"We can't all be heroes. But we can all eat candy."