fear

I think that in some sense I am afraid to write about unhappiness. Maybe I fear the depth of my unhappiness or I'm just not fond of the concept at all. Of course I do admit that nobody can be truly happy throughout their whole life and happiness is not in the continuum but in the pursuit and the moments. Yet I still seem to struggle in making my character look unhappy or fall into misfortune. In fact, it is funny how Most people find strength to live from other people's misfortune, sadly, including my self as well. So here we are talking of hope through failures, happiness through unhappiness, fortune through misfortune. Why can't we just talk about it itself? Is it just impossible?

Some random phrases and ideas that came to mind

What if everything slipped through my fingers and all I could grasp was your hand?

What if Time was used as the narrator of a story?
Would he be happy? probably not.
They think they can conquer or already have conquered me.
Slice me as if I were a piece of pie.
They worship me, with little round pans with tiny needles strapped around their wrists like hand cuffs.
Monuments are placed here and there. I am supposed to spin between twelve figures.
It hilarious to see how they think they can materialize me with mere metal, glass and wood.