Do you know where the most powerful force in the universe hides?
Not in space.
Not in the shimmering sky.
Not in grotesque gods.
It’s in the crackle between thoughts,
the electric hush before thought turns into voice,
the breath before the scream.
Do you know what brings down empires?
Not the war drums.
Not the marching feet.
Not the fire licking at the gates.
It’s the whisper in the king’s ear,
the ink staining treaties with regret,
the syllables twisting the blade before it sinks.
Do you know what tears the greatest love apart?
Not the miles.
Not the cold bed.
Not the slow fade of longing.
It’s the word caught in the throat,
the truth burned before it can live.
It makes you ache.
It makes you burn.
It makes you build.
It makes you break.
It makes you long.
It makes you want.
It’s all.
And nothing.
And everything in between.
Words.
Simple.
Just words.
But not simple.
Never just.
Words are the knife.
The tether.
They ripple through the past.
Detonate in the future.
Warp the air.
Bend the light.
Never not choose them wisely, Wordsmith.
- UpsilonA