Dear Melancholy,

I feel like writing a letter to you tonight.

I don't know how we met, and on what exact location and occasion, but let me acknowledge you tonight—for setting you aside, and treat like non-existent won't help neither you nor I.

I've been dealing with you these days, and sometimes, I want to set you into fire for you to finally become ashes, but killing you, I feel, like also giving an end to a part of me. I know, there were nights that I've called and also needed your help,...