when i hear certain things, my soul feels old. it conjures memories of things that happened long ago in some dimension somewhere inbetween time. when i hear certain things, my spine shivers against the nerves slickscraperaw.and.sensitive and i can't help but close my eyes and roll my head, intoxicated by the tingle in my ears and across my skin. the peachfuzz at the nape of my neck stands at attention like it does when it's waiting for kisses and my soul's tongue is loose with it's stories- they echo in my mind. ricocheting behind my eyes, flashes of pictures of reflections and soft light in a darkness so deep only forever and the stars could tell me how. when i hear certain things i know i could be anywhere, doing anything, and my soul could smile. when i hear certain things i am high without drugs. sometimes these feelings of existence make me into a god, and my world crackles with potential power; it's all laid out, glistening, sparkling, dripping, steaming, breathing and alive in front of me. this is when i take ahold of the weave and change the pattern to fit My desires.

listening to: flobots. clutch. floater. solovox.

thinking about: black rock city. what's next. the stars.

wanting to eat: quinoa, honey and fruit. bacon. blackberry izze lemonvodka cocktails.

trying to recall: making out in a dust storm in the middle of playa, the languid heat and naps where our feet touched, dancing and laughter and the liquor bottle tower of babel we created in an afternoon. french press coffee in the breath of cool, quiet morning. how we never got sore 'cause we were always moving. the hungry, 100ft parachute octopus that wanted to eat me every time I walked by. my blissful, cooler-water-soaked neckerchief swamp-coolers. needing earplugs to sleep and feeling the bass anyway. naked breasts... everywhere. mushrooms and headphones on the top of our bus during a dust storm. my friends laughing, snarky, dirty, silly, sad, beautiful, tired faces.

trying to forget: the urge to live that crazy, lazy dream every day.

wishing: a lot of things.

feeling: pretty fucking awesome, all things considered.

wanting to buy: laptop. a motorcycle. a vehicle. a plane ticket.

where my money is going instead: burnt-up man, at this point.

wanting to do: soak up the rest of the sun. ride horses. travel. make some romance.

wanting to learn: french.

recently acquired: freckles.

in the process: manifesting my intentions

i must: share how thankful I am for the friends I have made and the people whom I love and how wonderful it is that I continue learning and know that every day is one step closer toward some of my goals, and that the journey is often the goal itself.