Twisted Memories Baibai May 2026

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

Twisted memories: The good parts have thorns. The bad parts have sweetness I don't deserve. And somewhere in between, I keep waving baibai to a version of you that only lives in the crooked hallways of my head. twisted memories baibai

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. Baibai

You're gone. But the twist remains.