I went to a concert tonight.

I can't explain this joy but it has to do with music. It has to do with creation. It has to do with my ballon heart and something better than helium. I watched a stage full of people doing exactly what people are meant to do. This song convinced me to decide to buy a saxophone and teach myself over the summer. I almost wish I hadn't decided to write this now. I am still so full that it's hard to make sense. Maybe I'll try again later.

Know that I am so in love with people at this moment that all the shitty things that have happened over the last couple months are completely irrelevant. This is what matters.

The song was called The Northeastern Distribution of Jellybeans.