I’m learning Thai for love,
so my brain is a hostage, and my heart is the kidnapper.
Love didn’t just change my mind,
it hacked my entire operating system.
it hacked my entire operating system.
When my brain starts working again,
I’ll be composing heartbreak ballads,
but swearing like a taxi driver in rush hour.
Who’s in charge here—
Cupid, a drunk screenwriter, or my horoscope?
The answer was in the first line all along.
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