How selfish I could be

Scrap Thoughts

I might like to hack the biology behind your smile, and figure out the color of your eyes.  Darling, nothing can beat my adequate sleeping time. If you mess with my schedule, I have to say goodbye.

That’s how selfish I could be.

Your heart is just a group of mindless muscle. I don’t want your heart. I want to occupy your brain.  I want to own your every neuron. I want to be embedded in your cerebrum. Your hippocampus will hate me.

I want to distract you in the afternoon when you’re supposed to do something else. I want to make your eyes dilate. I want to raise your sugar level. I want to meddle with your schedule. I will mess with your dopamine pathway.

Dementia will never resolve me from your episodic memory. No course will ever rehab me.

That’s how selfish I could be.

I like your smile. it’s nice. I sound like a pretentious teenager who lacks a better vocabulary.

I like your smile. If I could hack the algorithm of your smile and replicate that. I will never need the real thing again. Now I am a mad scientist.

I like your smile. It’s precious. Have you ever thought about manufacturing your smile and monetizing it? do you want me to manage that? Now i’m a capitalist.

That’s how selfish I could be.