sadistic ponder

is it “normal” to be so scared of being “happy”?

not necessarily thrilled—more zealous, middling or fairish?

and avoidant, perhaps shy, a rather realistic refrain?

please tell me

because for such an extremist and idealistically packaged brand

if handed an “ever after”, “serendipity” on one knee,

a back pocket of sunrises—i’d confidently accept, a gratified middle