I change into a pair of cargo shorts and a plain navy blue t-shirt, running a hand through my hair before slipping on my sneakers and coming out to Katie.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality