We were so happy. We were so sad. We were so lonely. We were so friendly. We were young. We were afraid. "We rode out under the northern lights". We spoke. We talked. We laughed and laughed, and laughed and laughed. We wept. We taught each other things. We told each other secrets. We told each other lies. We told lies to ourselves. We told secrets to ourselves. We met new people. We were human. We were animals. We were monsters. We were horrible. We were beautiful. We were sober. We were drunk. We were there, and here, and in each of us there was still more yet unspoken. We had words in our hearts and ideas in our heads that stayed there to the end. We didn't know any better. Of course we knew better. We were selfish. We were cruel. We were polite. We were strained. We were exhausted. We were careless. We were careful. We were together, and we held hands, and everyone held everyone else's hand at one time or another, and it was enough because it had to be enough.
It was not enough.