Something was wrong with my Christmas candy and like a chump I tried to make some sense of it along with everything else on this dark, dark planet

I bit into you, caramel filled Lindt truffle, and except for a second of slick milk chocolate, I tasted only air. Were you trying to teach me something about expectations? Were you trying to teach me something about the impermanence of the given moment? I want you to know I didn't learn anything from you, hungry as I was, reaching into a bag of peanut butter cups.