dear higher education,
consider us a mutual friend.
I've been eagerly anticipating your inevitable arrival
for as long as I can remember.
you and I, we go way back.
my parents told me stories of you.
of pizza and pranks and goldfish and
that looked like love.
polaroids of you
are tucked away within musty photo albums
in the dark hallways of my mind.
for the day that I would come of age.
but now that you are here,
I recognize that what looked like love
if you squinted a little, also appeared to be fear.
I am so afraid.
what if you are nothing like I expected?
what if you are too much
an explosion to my timid touch
I don't know if I can handle it all.
but somehow, maybe,
and step forward.
boldly but not blindly.
we can create
looking forward to finally meeting you,