letters to aught

introduction

receiver's address: where our stars last crossed.

sender's address: hopefully, in your thoughts.

subject: welcome to aught.

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a collection of poetic prose,
to people, things or abstracts i've fathomed or known.
many confessions, does every man owe,
so they say, or such the story goes.
therefore today, my thoughts i pose,
and unveiling them all, to aught i disclose.

if you're reading this rhyme,
know that i'm forever grateful for your time :)

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for those of you who do not know, "aught" has multiple meanings (look it up, it's a beautiful word)
the two meanings i've intended to use are:

1. anything at all.

2. nonenity ; nothing ; zero ; cipher.

this book, was an urge. i found myself in the middle of nowhere, wanting to write open letters. open letters that won't be cliche, that won't just be to people i've known, but to those i've imagined and even things or abstract nouns ; open letters that will tell a story. i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing.

one thing i'd like to add is, that if time permits and your fancies govern, for this particular book, i'd love it if you consciously read the letters slower than your usual speed. just like authors ask readers to listen to specific songs while reading a chapter to add to the "feel", similarly, this is what i recommend here :)

yours forevermore,
/-ariette-/