You’ve Got Mail

Another night walking home from his place, cigarette in hand, smiling myself silly. My iPod had ran out of battery so I was desperately trying to think of a song I could sing to myself - being the music addict that I am. 

A mailbox. 

God, I thought to myself walking past it, I never realised it was there before. I must have walked this way a countless times, but if one were to ask me if there was a mailbox there, I would have instantly said no. As I walked further away from it, I turned back a couple of times to see if it was still there, dumbfounded by my absolute lack of observation.

Guess we never really know what we don’t know in familiarity. Cause it’s all so familiar, we just assume it’s like this and it is. Have we ever stopped to look around and see what we are blinded to? Stuff we see everyday, but never appreciated, never had a second look at? Stuff that was there all along, just that we were to complacent to notice?

And so I started to wonder, where else I could post my letters.