I don't know if I can stop smiling. It's inside.

The contradictions are so vibrant. I want to laugh and scream and dance and kick something all at once.

The mail came today.

My postcard arrived today, all soft cardboard and printed post. A spiriling blend of colors met on the cover, swirling and harmonizing with 2D imagry, contrasting the opposting side of off-kiltered type and commercial stamps. Within the silver square of the mailbox I could see it sitting, inconspicuously tucked among the cellphone bills and ads for new dishwashers, unknowingly containing the one phrase that will pierce my heart only moments later. A single sentence.

I softly fingered the carefully-taped edges as I held it close to my chest.

Back inside home, my mother gestured to it and questioned what it was.

I smiled warmly.

"It's for me, mum."

"It's mine."

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~K.L.

say something~

I don't know if I can stop smiling. It's inside.

The contradictions are so vibrant. I want to laugh and scream and dance and kick something all at once.

The mail came today.

My postcard arrived today, all soft cardboard and printed post. A spiriling blend of colors met on the cover, swirling and harmonizing with 2D imagry, contrasting the opposting side of off-kiltered type and commercial stamps. Within the silver square of the mailbox I could see it sitting, inconspicuously tucked among the cellphone bills and ads for new dishwashers, unknowingly containing the one phrase that will pierce my heart only moments later. A single sentence.

I softly fingered the carefully-taped edges as I held it close to my chest.

Back inside home, my mother gestured to it and questioned what it was.

I smiled warmly.

"It's for me, mum."

"It's mine."

+

~K.L.

say something~