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I Was 18 and Stoned, Okay?

What do the stars mean?

Absolute realization of one's aliveness. 
The wind is a cool silver stream
She could stand still and live the pinnacle of happiness.

But up ahead, he is the ocean,
Can she, just once, dive off the moon
and jump into him,
his entirety
which surely would welcome her 
with ecstasy, not obstacles?

Alive, alive, alive
The silver wind blows
The midnight mountain is a treadmill
They walk without concern

A rustle in the trees
Piqued curiosity meets opportunity

"Mark...I heard a sound."
"I'm scared."

He held her exactly the way she wanted him to.
She'd never felt braver in her life.




Written by Pinkdreams
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Author's Note
I just found this today. It was written when I was 18 and stoned (see, I have an excuse), about an experience being lost in the mountains late at night with a group of stoner friends. I lost interest in Mark after he bought us tickets to see Eric Clapton but then feel asleep in someone's dorm room the night of the show because he was- you guessed it- super stoned.
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