Beginnings and endings...

Never really liked endings
Books
Vacations
The last sip of tea...
All marked the loss
Of having and enjoying

Middles get mundane
Sometimes comfortably blissful
Oftentimes quiet and dull
They're there
Just so
No excitement
You know...
Just there

Compare
With the rush
Of beginnings
Of novelty
Thrilling
Bewitching
Intriguing
Surprising
Exhilarating...

So much so
That I feel
I have become
A junkie
Addicted
To newness

How then
Does one
Survive
Surpass
The dysfunctionality

Find balance
Embrace
Inevitability
The rush and mundane
And downfall... demise
Build tolerance and
Engage
In this dreary existence
Called "normal"

What hope is there
For a thrill junkie
What solace
Is found
In "normal" existence
When the heart craves
Excitement
Endless excitement...

No hope
No hope
For the thrill junkie.