Candy

by Luke Davies

My day in the light, the day is darkening. I’m hurling all the little joys against the greater sadness. The sadness is a giant weight. It presses down. Its meaning: “What’s the point?” The little joys are pebbles. The pebbles are getting smaller and smaller and the weight of the sadness is growing, the sadness is gaining density and mass, until in the end I’m throwing handfuls of dust at matter so thick there’s no space between the molecules. Nowhere anywhere for anything to move. The years roll on.