Twisted Memories Baibai -

My memories of you aren't straight lines — they're bent spoons, warped photographs left too long in the sun. I remember your laugh, but it cracks at the edges now, like old vinyl. I remember your silhouette by the door, but the shadows reach for it, pull it sideways into a shape that never existed.

Baibai. The word lingers, soft as a lie you tell yourself before sleep. twisted memories baibai

You're gone. But the twist remains.