Letters from Khai
Sealed letters. Ink-stained fingers. Healing in softness. Nothing is more inviting than a blank page for a writer: the space to spill your heart out and bleed as though the world will never see a line, a sentence. The comfort of knowing there is a safe space for your experiences and emotions—be it sadness, anger, yearning, or devotion—it’s only you and the page.
This is what poetry means to me: letters I meant to send but kept sealed. Cries meant for sobs but dropped onto the page. Screams I meant to yell but whispered into a collection.
I created Letters from Khai to reserve space for softness and vulnerability, allowing the feelings we often share only with the darkness and the moon to also flourish in the light. Through poetry, I offer a quiet reminder that it’s an honor to feel something—to crack open because we have loved. To know loss because we have something to lose. To be afraid because something matters.
If my letters find you, I hope they feel like a soft “welcome home.”
Love, Khai
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Love, Khai
This is the start of our healing journey. As we build this community, I invite you to hang your coat in the closet and take space on the couch for a little while. Here, we can share the thoughts we often keep tucked away. Send me your story, your question, or even just a feeling. I’ll write back with a letter or a note, with love.
Take a minute. Write a note you wish to send to someone, but you won’t.
Whether it’s too painful, too honest, or too late, let the words live here instead.
No names, no return addresses—just your truth, finally delivered.
Delivered.

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