MEIA/FÉ is the button that got mad and left the jacket. is the sock with a hole, that stills warms you anyway it can. its bitten nails, a closet full of hungry moths and pinkies against the edge of the table. is the adolescence nervousness before entering the world through the front door. is ghosting for absolutely no reason, and knowing is wrong but still cannt do anything agaisnt it. is having a thousnd things to do, and don’t do any. is not having anything to do, amnd doing a thousand things. is sweaters that dont’t fit. is being happy but not really. is being sad and (not being able to) cry. but still, here we are. together. some better some worse. siblings from random vaginas. counting the days. or making the days count. one at the time. or all at the same time. existence is being. so let’s just be.