a letter to myself

Dearest Jacinta,

you dislike too many things and I just wanted to remind you of all the things you like. You like the sounds of peeling mandarin sectors and ink scratching on paper. You like to dip your hands in seed baskets and the smell of outside after it's rained. You like 4:30 in the afternoon. You like dancing in the kitchen when no one is home. You like photos of girls and their breasts. You like that you can yell and sneeze and smile. You like wet socks.

You like wearing the same clothes for more then a day and not showering. You like how clumsy you are and how you can laugh at yourself afterwards. You like the veins in hands when they pop out. You like feeling angry and happy at the same time. You like _ _ _ _ _ _. A lot. You like drinking too much water. You like ignoring the world and talking to Laura. You like how you like too many people and that you look like a crazy cat lady. You like not wearing shoes but wearing socks or tights or sometimes both. You like head banging because of the way it feels. You like being free. You like how you like girls and boys. You like Angus And Julia Stone and Florence very much. You like goosebumps. You like the sound of cars and empty streets where you can lay in the middle of the road. You like hot water. You like soft hands, thighs and lips. You like mango smoothies.

You like making butter popcorn and sweet things. You like rain and the sky. You like paw paw cream and being a woman. You like sitting on the kitchen bench. You like having breakfast outside of the house and being silly. You like meeting new people and you like trees. You like scissors and making things. You like the way you write and you like black pens.

You like your brother sometimes and being alone. But you like peoples company like Eve, Harri, Yasmin and Lewis. You like burning candle wax and food colouring. You like musicians and the colour blue, also red. You like Wednesdays a lot and you like to dance stupidly. You like quiet music and loud male singers. You like guitars. You like French films, French food and French language. You like dreams, that is your favourite thing.

You like scribbles and grammar. You like drama and Shakespeare. You like taking on different persona's on trains and then being yourself again. You like your clothes but being naked more. You like wet grass and drums. You like it when people make you laugh and telling stories. You like lullaby's and your Pa. You like barbeque flavoured crisps and lemonade. You really like fire, very much. You like fingers and earlobes. You like being messy and dancing when you're angry. You like it when your brother and you talk instead of fighting. You like stripes and spots. You like cats and mutilating Barbie dolls. You like coloured pens.

You like your hair in the morning and you like your smell and how it spreads everywhere. You like rings, but you didn't before and that's okay. You like _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _. You like yourself sometimes and how you can't sing. You like to think and analyse situations. You like quiet times and being quiet. You like tattoos, piercings and being a 'rebdawg'. You like surprising people but not yourself. You like donkeys and petting farms. You like pigs and writing on your hands. You like wearing two pairs of tights. You like soft pillows and banjos. You like hair and freckles and being sad sometimes. You like the word 'glockenspiel' and 'soliloquy'. You like this letter and how long it is. You like _ _ _ and being sleepy.