Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces
As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server
Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation
Everything was a matter of time, though
Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort
So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him
What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky
Only she knew she could never get an accurate number
Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty
Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time
Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice
Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore
Outside she was closed, boarded up with locks and everything
People passing by saw there was absolutely no way in
Except that one guy that came by every day and sat there and listened
Now they are each other’s happily ever after
“Look, everything has a beginning and an ending”
“Oh, except the universe, or an eight, or a circle, or…”
“Okay, you made your point”
“Points are finite. That has a beginning and an ending”
Coming violently together was their usual M.O.
Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy
Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…
Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits
It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye
Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein
Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.
Looking at everything to do in front of me,
It gets overwhelming and I begin to sweat.
So how do I attack such a formidable task
The only thing I can think of is start a new …
Focusing on giving to the earth
Allowing one to receive many fold more in return
Relying on the rhythms of the weather
Memorizing the song of rain and sun, growth and decay
Everything a relationship with the soil and the sky
Results in a labor of love
The money wasn’t everything. Okay, who was he trying to fool.
Really it was all about the money, but he didn’t have to admit it.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have to work a day in his life.
Such was the life of a fund baby. all thanks to grandma.
That was before he put his faith in his lawyer and that prenup agreement.
Accept with grace that sometimes you will fail
Cherish those moments, no matter how hard they are
Here is where you learn the most
It is akin to putting a puzzle together
Everything was once one picture before being forced to shatter
Vividly the picture can be reconstructed, but the outlines of what happen will always be there
Embrace that change and then reach for the next level
Perhaps you should sit quietly and think about what if…
Or at least open your mind to the possibilities
Now that you see what is available, you can take action
Determine how to make the changes needed to get there
Everything action leading to the next, but…
Remember all that action stems from the moments of silence.