The Weight of Sugar
It is 3:14 am and the house is holding its breath. I am thinking about the things we consume to fill the gaps. Not just food, but the small, sticky comforts we reach for when the silence becomes too heavy to carry alone. We tell ourselves it is about hunger, but it is rarely that. It is about the texture of a memory, the way a certain sweetness can momentarily blur the sharp edges of a day that didn’t go as planned. We want to believe that if we can just taste something perfect, something soft, we might be able to swallow the parts of ourselves that feel raw and unfinished. But the sugar dissolves, the warmth fades, and the hunger returns, unchanged. We are left with nothing but the ghost of a flavor and the quiet realization that we are still sitting in the dark, waiting for a morning that never quite arrives with the answers we were promised. If we stop reaching for the sweetness, what is left to hold onto?
Keshia Sophia has captured this fleeting sense of comfort in her image titled Sweet Raspberry Donuts. It is a quiet reminder of how we try to anchor ourselves in the simple things. Does the sweetness ever truly stay with you, or does it vanish the moment you wake?
