sitting in the semi-liquid darkness,
in a silent silent school.
Quiet now all the night terrors and ghastly ghouls have left.
Bustling noisily to the bus stops and cars behind us
in their Nikes and adidas.
'Nike makes better shoes for girls than guys.' You observed
drily.
As usual.
And in that semi-liquid darkness
perhaps my shoes did look nicer than yours -
we were both wearing our shool shoes, by some
strange coincidence,
surrounded by glowing yellow lamps
left on by a sensible school policy.
'The school is beautiful at night.' I offered into the
comfortable silence.
And we launched ourselves into another quiet conversation.
As usual.
That is how I see us both.
sitting on stone steps,
in a silent silent school,
surrounded by that
comfortable quiet.

'Do you believe in ghosts and spirits?'
'I think they don't exist, but sometimes I feel they do.'
Later.
'And you know what I mean, so don't - '
'Alright, I won't argue with you about semantics.'

To Yarn.

--- By Yue Lin. 'It was a quiet, halloweeny night.'

Written this morning, while talking to Clara. Because it wouldn't stop haunting me. Haha.
I think the middle bits still need some editing, though. And the last stanza was added in purely on impulse.

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