Its not the adventure that i seek
Its the feelings
Of being happy or miserable
Or just simply the fast thump of the heart, loud and skipping
Or maybe the rush of adrenaline running through my veins
Or maybe the anger that makes my face red
Or the calm of being full, enough, complete
Or maybe even being incomplete
Maybe the cheek blushing moment that makes me shiver
Or maybe the satisfaction of reaching what i aim
Or maybe being shocked i want to cry

Everything, every single feeling
That is not static
And feeling tired all the damn time