If you are what you eat, are you also what you think?
Does what fill your body with out weigh what you fill your mind with?

Now that’s food for thought,
That you ought to consume.

Year one:
An exploration,
Neither of us understand,
Who are we?
Year two:
Drifting,
Apart from each other,
Yet still in sight,
Selfishness creates distance,
We both take flight,
Where are we?
Year three:
Rediscover,
We have no one.
You, you were there,
And I stood by you,
Waiting,
Impatiently waiting,
Furiously waiting,
This won't happen again.
No, it can't.
This time, three years,
Is just too long.
What are we?

Life is about experience, period.
To be anchored down or lifted up by the cards dealt to us,
Is merely a *choice.

You think that intelligence
is measured by words
by sentences
by essays
but no combination of letters you put together will be enough
to erase your ignorance.