Halves

Sometimes there just isn't enough salt on the steak.

Sometimes the clouds are heavy but the rain never falls. 

Sometimes it feels like you can’t get a break. 

Sometimes no comfort comes from your home's walls.

Sometimes I feel my phone vibrate to no texts. 

Sometimes I don't laugh at the funny joke.

Sometimes I feel like sinking into the depths.

Sometimes I don't feel high after I smoke.

Not quite sad 

and not very mad

but an uneasiness nonetheless

like a soft hum of stress.

This feeling isn't quite empty but only half-full

I suppose this is better than raging like a bull

or crying a whole waterfall,

acting like a screwball.