'You look alone and forlon, what is your concern?"

"That's not even a proper rhyme."

"No, it's not, you dipshit, but it's the only time I'll ask this question. Either suck it up and tell me or don't - I'm fine either way."

"They found out about me being inbetween."

"What do you mean, inbetween? That doesn't make sense."

"Can you tone it down a bit? I don't want them to hear me."

"Who is them?"

"Them! You know who I mean, isn't it obvious? They know I'm inbetween two worlds, okay? That I'm barely existing, like a half human, like a gh-"

"Sh-! Are you insane talking about this? Here of all places?"

"Well, you wouldn't take a goddamn hint, how was I supposed to tell you?! Oh no, I think someone saw me whispering-"

"Which one? I told you it's stupid to manifest right here, you can't switch places if they know-"

"It's too late, I'm feeling the pull-"

"No! How will I reach you the next time I'll need you?"

"Don't know... can't remember already. Did we know each other? I'm feeling heavy..."

"Yes, we did! Give me something I can use to contact you. A feather, a stone, a goddamn signpost, just something like you always did!"

"No, I'm too shapeless by now, see? T'was nice knowing you. Goodbye..."

"No! Are you there? I can't see you, did they come for you? Did you go to the other half? Can you hear me??"

"..."

"..."

It's my sullen mouth that gets me in trouble every time.

"Do you mind?", they would ask me, shoving me aside to get past me, voice starting to get annoyed at my expression.

"Did I do something?", they would say and stare at me with worried lines beneath their eyes.

"Why are you so pouty?" My baby brother, picking up what everyone else in the room is projecting onto me. And it's just my genes, that's all there is to it. Just a downward curve to my mouth that somehow God found funny enough to create and leave it at that. I'm meditating right now, sapping the energy of the universe or whatever else you're supposed to do while closing your eyes, just me enjoying the warmth on my face, the baking-hot sun on my eye lashes. I bet it looks like I'm frowning, silently cursing the world. Isn't it funny how appearances can deceive you?