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.