Maybe I Am Half So

i don't think i know how to make art.

i don’t think i know how to draw a face,

and to make it vague, and contrasting,

or how to add to the value, to the sum of its composition.

i don’t think i know how to make art.

and everyone says art is life, 

so i don’t think i’m living,

or alive, or maybe i am half so.

and maybe, then, my art is half complete

because of this rush i feel.

because i feel like i'm in a rush 

towards this grandiose, blue 

and cacophonous life;

that i’ve been promised—

that i impatiently wait for.

and a part of me thinks i’ve just forgotten 

to put it on the page,

because i don’t know how to add the values,

and i am alive, yet only half so,

because of myself,

half alive of my own volition,

some devious and cruel mistress of a thing.

there is only a half of me,

and all of that is confused.

and all of me is still only a half.

Jacqui Claire is an independent writer and creative from Sydney, Australia, and her works can be found on her website: https://jacquiclaire.wordpress.com/

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