I find myself, too often, lately
jumping from elation to monotony in a matter of hours;
finding happiness in your conversation,
and routine when you leave.

I tend to always desire more chances to break away from the typical-
to find more in you,
to appease all my urges at once.
I am restless and always craving something new,
a thrill to top the last,
something that will leave me with every bit of myself halcyon.

For all that, I am disinclined to grant myself this appetite for something more.
Fear that once I do, I will no longer find excitement in myself.