insideCandy

paper days and empty cups

Candy — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 16:15:16 +0000

You discard the page of another month. It dribbles into the wide mouth of a dustbin. Time has been fickle. Little accomplished. You throw your empty cup in there too. Paper days and empty cups are for burning. Sometimes looking to the sky is no comfort. It feels more like a hole torn into heaven’s womb. Moments of darkness pass like lazy clouds. Small white tablets repair you gradually. You would take your hat off to such a miracle but you ...

your privacy is invading our public

Candy — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 07:57:32 +0000

Excuse me, can I have a little privacy please? No. Because you’re in p-u-b-l-i-c. That’s how the system works. As it turns out, there’s no privacy in public. In fact, your privacy is invading our public. Why don’t you go somewhere else so we can have a little public around here? – Jon Reep

last impression of america

Candy — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 19:22:02 +0000

America smells like cinnamon. Its flags fly from front verandas. It smells like snow and hot chocolate on a sidewalk in the dark. America smells expensive like Clinique’s Happy. Its Wednesday afternoons let the sun hang low in the sky. It smells clean like my hair after a shower and the touch of your sheets as the lights go out.

strange little band of characters

Candy — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 15:27:21 +0000

These words by Erma Bombeck come so close to describing the dynamics in my household that I have to share them: "The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together." – Erma Bombeck

i’ve come to realise that…

Candy — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 21:40:50 +0000

beauty… is overrated I’ll never stop… silently loving those I once loved out loud laughter… can be powerful crying… shouldn’t be reserved for movies my bra-size… doesn’t matter my job… has potential when I’m driving… I need to relax I need… to embrace the desire and not the doubt I have lost… myself too many times I hate it when… I feel misunderstood drinking… has its moments money… is freedom certain people… will never care I will always… want another cigarette honesty… should be the rule and not the exception my mom… doesn’t realise how much I love her when I woke up this morning… I ...