My dear,

Sometimes when you get the blues there might be a damned good reason.

When those dark nights creep upon your soul and you feel like all’s not so good; when you turn to your friends and family, asking them what’s wrong with the world, and they look at you like you’re crazy; when you hold yourself close because somehow you, for a tragic brief second, felt the emotion of the world, pain, pain from something large and yet small, yet deadly; when you feel a great hollow melancholy in the left-side of your chest that just won’t fill…

… there might just be a damned good reason.

Falsely yours,
Henry Charles Bukowski