I can't take my eyes off of the bundle in the incubator, waiting for Halee to wake. My hand rests on the glass, and a small smile is present across my face.
I'm a father... I can't believe that.
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