common ground

silent shadow

goes, leads

comes, follows

never know how

never know when

countdown commences

the wick is lit, its fate set in motion with a known ending. why, then, did it come as such a shock when later that evening these were found gone out? one knows what's coming, but sometimes the enormity of the situation doesn't quite register till the very end, sneaking up slowly from behind and sucking all the air out leaving you watching, suffocated.