Twisted Memories Baibai Direct

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.

You're gone. But the twist remains.

Baibai. I said it to you once, half-smiling, knowing I'd see you tomorrow. Now I say it to your ghost in a dream where your face is a smudge — a watercolor left out in the rain. twisted memories baibai