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.