The wind doesn’t speak but it doesn’t have to.
Its gust tells you all you need to know.
You’re in a forest.
The world is you.
You could raise the earth as easy you lift your finger.
You could shift a storm by breathing.
The energy is electric.
It rattles your brain, in-between your eyes, shredding through your nerves like the ringing of a bell. Immediate & reverberating.
It fills you. Not with life. You’re not even sure you are alive.
It’s a power, to be sure, but not the power to create.
The power to absorb. The power to harness. The power to destroy.
The power of death.
Light the candle.
Become the reaper.