‘Undelivered Letters’ is a collection of musings, poems, and mini-fiction I used to write a few years back. They were tied to my mental state at that time, and while it was rough, the years becomes the foundation of what I have become today.

I separated the writings into a few posts, this part will contain my musing and short poems, and the next one will be a collection of mini-fictions.

Although short, I hope you enjoy this writing!

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If humans weren’t born as social beings

Would we know loneliness?

The mention of your name

raises an aching rage in the hollows of my ribs

and it is what keeps me safe

from the demon of my head

but even sometimes the air weighs the lungs

and beating heart causes paranoia

Loneliest in crowd be loved in solitude You are but a contradiction of truth and this is true for the best way for a candle to shine is to place it in the darkest room.

I want to scream in poetry

like a storm above Tokyo

I want to bleed in painting,

I want to run, I want to crash

I want to cry, uncontrollably like a child

I want to violate the rule, the society

like bombs tearing apart towns and cities

I was born to fight with the sky

Made to love like the sun

Built to care like the rain

When I see through a mirror

I saw no one but myself;

But,

Sometimes I could not recognize

These sorrowful eyes.

Then,

Perhaps it wasn’t me.

Perhaps it was my soul

Is it strange to be drawn to chaos?

Like how I always think cigarettes are beautiful

even though I know it kills

Yes, they say, Yes it is.

So years pass and I believed so,

until you came and re-lit the thoughts.