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.