Downstairs I jump and grab the farthest corner. I wached the moon pushing pebbles beond anyones reach in black and white. A neon flash in these open fields. Framing the dark for my misstakes. Small boens on the curb of fantasies. I shield my eyes with my sleeve in the right light and perfect moonlight. Sweet smelling years like a searchlight. Its like there is no gravity. Flashing lights everywhere just like fourth of julys fireworks lighting up the sky in sevral diffrent colors red,orange,blue,red,orange,blue


-By Jack