#4

young blood, baby fat

we're all dead in the inside

lost in solitude

~~~

This haiku is one of the few surviving ones I wrote when I first started to write poetry. (The others got lost on floppy disks and notebooks my mum threw out.) I used to give them numbers as titles, this was the 4th I've ever written.

If I remember well, I used to be quite depressed at the time when I started to write haikus. Mainly because I read "Seymour: An Introduction" by J.D. Salinger and it influenced me in big ways. I had a little notebook I carried with me everywhere and was writing in school, on a bench while waiting for my bus, on the bus and in my room. Sometimes even while walking on the street.

It helped me to stay sane and survive my teenage years.

Here's another story on how I started to write, along with my first ever haiku: