Poetry Collection
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I wrote The Mailbox for you and me, though I didn’t know it at the time. All I knew was the weight of my emotions, and all I knew of you was nothing.
But I wrote because I was consumed by feelings I couldn’t name, I felt it all pulling me in to the abyss. And one day, as I sat with all that weight, I thought of you. I asked myself if you were there, feeling the same as I was. I wondered if I would ever find you, see you, learn that you had suffered just as I have. You have felt, you have loved, and now you sit in the corner of your bed, asking yourself, “What has come of it all?”
I send this love letter to you, to keep me company in your feelings and pain as you discover yourself. To know that when you were filled with the murmur of emotions, I have felt it with you. I invite you to join me in this dance: add your own letters, your own music in the blank pages I’ve left behind.
Sending you my whole soul.
Love,
Mahi
Hard-Cover Accordion fold
I wrote The Mailbox for you and me, though I didn’t know it at the time. All I knew was the weight of my emotions, and all I knew of you was nothing.
But I wrote because I was consumed by feelings I couldn’t name, I felt it all pulling me in to the abyss. And one day, as I sat with all that weight, I thought of you. I asked myself if you were there, feeling the same as I was. I wondered if I would ever find you, see you, learn that you had suffered just as I have. You have felt, you have loved, and now you sit in the corner of your bed, asking yourself, “What has come of it all?”
I send this love letter to you, to keep me company in your feelings and pain as you discover yourself. To know that when you were filled with the murmur of emotions, I have felt it with you. I invite you to join me in this dance: add your own letters, your own music in the blank pages I’ve left behind.
Sending you my whole soul.
Love,
Mahi
Hard-Cover Accordion fold
I wrote The Mailbox for you and me, though I didn’t know it at the time. All I knew was the weight of my emotions, and all I knew of you was nothing.
But I wrote because I was consumed by feelings I couldn’t name, I felt it all pulling me in to the abyss. And one day, as I sat with all that weight, I thought of you. I asked myself if you were there, feeling the same as I was. I wondered if I would ever find you, see you, learn that you had suffered just as I have. You have felt, you have loved, and now you sit in the corner of your bed, asking yourself, “What has come of it all?”
I send this love letter to you, to keep me company in your feelings and pain as you discover yourself. To know that when you were filled with the murmur of emotions, I have felt it with you. I invite you to join me in this dance: add your own letters, your own music in the blank pages I’ve left behind.
Sending you my whole soul.
Love,
Mahi