Refuge in silence, getaway and peace... flicker in the darkness. 
Flash, fast scamper, disappearance. Long walks and sough of leakage. 
Conflagration, fear and consolation. They are interspersed with stray spirits in this space. 
When the secrets are to long silence, they never give you reprieve. 
After several bird's songs, you will know that everything is over. 

This will go out with stream... will flow down the river, falling from cascades of failures. 
Coated, tired, killed and alive