Candies Over The Moon

A church on a hill. A stairway to heaven you might think. A small window. Light erupts and she appears. The salvation. My writting in not perfect . And I am not perfect. A scissor cuts my soul. Both feet are grounded. They cannot walk anymore. A boost of twilights are the symbolic signs of letting it down. Hill or in a cliff.


A prison. A dash board. A bumper sticker, and a heart full of darkness. But darkness in a good way. Not a killer one. A smiling one. We cannot associate dark to smiles. Never. But never say never. Look to the Moon. And ask for a candie.


And the Green Mile sounds on and on in my head
And the Mighty Ducks lost their game again