My Problem With Poetry

Writers are beautiful people. We are truly wonderful. I believe that with my whole heart.

My problem, though, is that to be a writer you have to want. You have to want things so badly; things you cannot have, things you cannot see. You must want to be invincible, want to be heard, yearn constantly.

Sometimes it's hard to want. Sometimes I get tired of wanting and I want to just be. Existing isn't enough to write about. Maybe wanting is what makes us human.

I feel nothing anymore. Am I still human? Am I still a writer?