it’s no longer enough to get stoned in the woods, to walk the streets in the dead of the night, to go for an afternoon swim, to have living room wrestling matches. love came to us with open arms. we had to grow up some time. now it’s downtown big cities, cocaine off marble countertops, 8$ shots at 100mph, endless nights under neon lights. with slender wrists, we grasp for love, often coming back empty handed. on the rides home, we pause to remember when it was enough to just be happy, when it was enough to get stoned in the woods.