guinness, hinoki fantome, wild soul

something i wrote last week:

is it terrible that i don’t plan for the future? what if my dream is in the now? what if my dream exists in my bougie boy smells candle? my bare feet in my cheap ikea rug? leftover kbbq? listening to anthony bourdain’s voice through my low battery head phones? what if my dream is in the now and always has been? maybe this is a strange way of accepting that my dreams might never happen. but i like it.