Halfway happy

I am terrified by the sheer force of my body

And its fragility

Terrified of my voice and its impact to the world

And its insignificance

Terrified to witness my death

And see my body destroyed by the sheer force of the universe

I am terrified to be a particle of dead stars

And the ocean combined with blood

With beauty and decay

Mixed in the DNA's of the world's greatest painters

To be part of the humanity's echo of our dread

And knowing it is all that we share

After all we are all scared

And yet it doesn't make it any clearer

The bravery of living comes with pain

That there is no escape

I should sit there in the rain

And listen to this little voice that cries out

Paint! Paint!

You are halfway there

Halfway to fill your canvas with paint!

I don't know what to f*****g paint

Somehow it doesn't seem to matter

You see

We were only here to be

Perhaps

Halfway happy

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Halfway happy sounds frustrating. On the other hand, it's worlds ahead of depressed. Half a loaf is better than hunger.

[Lana]

I agree! Thanks for ur review