mei

here's the deal, folks.

thank your lucky fucking stars that you live in this world.

it's the most beautiful thing imaginable. because it's the only thing imaginable.

today i sat down on the sidewalk outside of a vacant lot and cried in the sun, because i was just overwhelmed with all of this.

the taste of anise candy and the sounds of stepping on leaves. the weight of my purse as it swings. the way the light creates foil stars in all the creases of that candy wrapper. the shiny ribbons of a downed balloon wrapped around a chain link fence. the shush and rattle of the wind in the trees and fire escapes. the way feet fall one after the other when you're walking, stepping the time away moment by moment. the way your mind coalesces around each object, wrapping it soft and carefully, like a child wet from the swimming pool in a warm towel.

this life is a whistle hanging around your neck. it's an engagement ring worn on the index finger of your right hand. it's the touch of your lips against the quiet sidewalk.

this is it. this is it. this is it.