Sometimes I ask,
What's the point?
Honestly.
What?

I tell myself:

emotions,
experiences,
exploration.

But those get worn down.
There are only so many shades of happy.

Waiting ,
wishing,
wanting.

Never content, almost content.
But never, not quite.

Seeking,
searching,
striving.

But every peak
is followed by another.

So why? Why am I here?
I want to want to be here.
I'm tired of waiting, wishing, wanting.
I just want to be.