My pencil never touched the feeling of my mind racing into a rabbit hole of opinions to whom I may never speak to. The ghost of past versions of myself anchored my  pencil to construct the meaning of my thoughts while discovering my most internal heart in letters I wish I sent. The Mailbox is a home for tears, fears, pain, rejections, flaws and insecurities that ultimately brings us back into alignment with self. I invite you to read and share your home as a reminder that your self expression matters and it's what empowered me to be here with you.