Hey, did you hear?

It's all coiled up. Like a tightly wound spring. A better simile would be that of the cobra with its hood raised. Because it's venomous. Because it's potent. Because it's a survival tactic. But a spring works just as well. All that potential energy that we studied at school. Just waiting to be realized. Waiting with the ticks of the clock that houses it. Of course with each tick the energy is lessened. Timing is everything. It has to be timed to do the maximum damage. It's all forgotten of course. Except by the initiator. He remembers and the guilt of it eats away at him. And then it spreads. Like a shadow. The darkness in midst of the light. It amuses, excites, shocks, bores different people with varying degrees of intensity. It helps people bond. It makes people sever all ties. It's the gossamer of gossip.