Pharmaceutical Love

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Okay, so let me get this straight. Scientists are trying to say that love is primarily a chemical reaction? While I agree that chemistry most certainly contributes to it, I find it sickening that they are almost trying to negate love as a whole. They do agree that there are other factors that contribute to love, it's their intent that has me on edge.

"Instead, it will be possible for scientists to develop aphrodisiacs - chemicals that would make people fall in love with the first person they see.

And for those who have fallen in love with someone they shouldn't have fallen in love with, an antidote to unrequited love.

There is even the prospect of a genetic "love test" to assess whether two potential love birds are predisposed to a happy married life".

Why scientists are constantly looking to play the role of God is beyond me. I do not want to fall in love with the first person I see, I'm sorry. Nor do I want that much control over my love destiny. And although a reverse pharmaceutical hex may sound appealing to many of the recently broken-hearted, it's disturbing. Why even form this genetic love test if you can just pick who you want? Wouldn't the results be invalid due to your impulsive decision to fall in love with the first person you see? But don't worry, the antidote can virtually undo your mistake, and allow for the next person you see to be eligible for hire.

What is our future coming to? Goodbye poetic serenade, hello love lemonade.

Rollercoaster

Roller, roller, coaster ride.
Where will I arrive tonight?
You send me through loops.
And every time you turn me upside-down and hold me still,
I have no idea why I am hanging onto this thrill.
It’s not a thrill; you see.
It’s a never-ending orbit that makes you sick after riding a few times.
Metaphorically.

That feeling in your stomach that makes you gag.
Heart’s tilted, body’s limp as I sway.
Knowing that tomorrow will not reflect today.
I hold on tight, trusting its construction;
That love, love, love won’t cause any destruction.
Yet it feels worse if you abruptly stop the ride.
Like the sand clashing with the ocean’s tide.
Reflective of your footprints impressionable hollow,
The path I always manage to follow.

Bitter as a citric lime;
When will I stop chasing time?
When will I stop believing it was my own fault?
Maybe I should take this with a grain of salt.
How could I seek for stability when I am surrounded by negativity?
Once you’re off for a while, you finally see what else is worth to ride.
Life’s just one big amusement park, but nothing is quite more amusing;
Then seeing all the rides I have for the choosing.

I have to edit this more, but I'm too tired. Semi-finished product.

Wise as a bag of potato chips.

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Anticipation.
Five years of bottled up desire.
Often marked as unfeasible.
How did this become possible?
Satisfaction.
Selfishly enjoying the dream I have always wanted to fulfill.
Swaying side to side, distancing ourselves from embrace.
In fear of denial.
But this is what we have been denying ourselves of all this time.
Time.
Has time brought forth an opportunity.
An opening.
To engage what has been appointed.
And disengage our uncertainties.
Don’t hold back.
Arching.
Sighs and head tilts.
Positioning ourselves in such a way that we .
Feel.
Warmth.
The feeling inside that makes you melt;
And drip.
The subtle graze that you long for.
An indicator of the precursor.
So many questions to it’s origin;
But nothing that a thought could ever answer.
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As I grow older, I am becoming wiser.

At every moment of self-reflect, I can never convince myself that mind could ever extend past its limits. It exceeds the limits as time goes on.

So maybe my goal of a Doctorate degree or two isn't that unrealistic.

And I'm sure it'll be the same for you.

So I had one of these two years ago.

Bringing it back. Old school.

Bound to live in the U.K.

That's all.