saturday night was one vivid dream after another. or maybe they just
melded and morphed one into another. there was a sky that bluer than
anything i had ever seen, and i was climbing a mountain. i came across
a wild man who lived in a cave near the peak. he offered me water from
a thawing stream. he gave me berries. he spoke in words i could not
understand, but i was wary of him. the look in his eyes was life and
death itself. deeper within the cave i ran into a girl i used to know, a girl i
cared a great deal about. we were nineteen again and reliving the
laughter of days past. and then she was gone, and the wild man was
gone, and i felt a great sense of loss when i woke up. it's just a dream. it's not real. but maybe you know what i'm talking
about anyway. there's almost always hope. ghost
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