tigersaint

the forty-first night:

the second list:

-the smell of my hair against my pillow in the morning, when my head is just coming out of sleep
-the click of a camera
-the first burn of whiskey as it slides down my throat
-when a secret smile is shared in a crowd
-my name when i hear it on the lips of someone i like
-finding a tree with flowers that look like tea cups, purple and white, covered with rain
-split lips on fair-haired boys
-laying in the dark, outside on the stairs, smoking a cigarette, listening to windchimes that sing.
-finding a letter in the mailbox from a stranger, my name written in tall letters.

as if i am important.