I used to write, a lot. I still do. Just like how I used to read, a lot. But now both those things happen online and I forget to believe its real. Once upon a time when I didn’t know how to string two sentences together to speak out loud, I wrote letters to anyone I wanted to have a conversation with, especially if I was talking about myself. The first iteration in 6th grade was called Owl post, second was called Tiny Kindnesses, and now here we are. Between poems and cards irl – I write this to be a little kinder to myself. Writing this way helps me not judge myself for forgetting to go post a letter.
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January 2025, Chicago IL by Darshita
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