Zero Point Five Poem by Mostafa Didar

In a world where they've asked me to be a one or a zero,
I've decided to be a Zero point Five.

There's nothing pleasant about being a zero point five.
The lingering pain of always having a denominator makes my back ache.

There's no comfort in being a half.
Equal parts of me are always at a constant tug of war of becoming wholes.
The mind wants to know,
The soul wants to fill,
But not even Sirius or Canopus,
The brightest of stars have enough fuel to feed,
As they too will eventually die someday.

Nothing good ever happened from being a half,
Like an In-between Yes or No,
Or the times you wanted to be and not be,
Was that the question?

Like being entangled in a quantum paradox,
Equal parts dead and alive,
Like the cat in the box and
Radioactive Isotopes.

I've tried calling,
The phone rang and went straight to voicemail.
And there was no one behind the answering machine.

Somewhere between being the Alpha and the Omega,
I forgot to be myself again.

By the time I realized, the purpose of being a zero point five,
I will have already lived,
A life, with dogs, and kids, a lovely lady
To bathe with me, maybe.

Whether it was Right or Wrong,
and Good or Bad,
Or Fair or Unfair,
There was no point in being a half.
But why do they even call it Zero Point Five
I wondered.


But men invented the alphabet.
We could call ourselves anything we wanted.
It just wasn't fun anymore.

~ Zero Point Five by Mostafa Didar.

Picture captured by Mostafa Didar.