Receding back into the shadows.
Where moths and mushrooms grow.
It's like watching yourself fall.
It's like a black path to the woods.
It's where the magic lives.
It's where the good things brew.
It's where I am in your arms and I am well.
It is where the quiet sinks in.
All is very very dark.
And good-bye just means see you in a bit...
After a while, ghosts.
See you in a little long while.