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
“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”
Washing her hands of the situation, she put away the cleaning supplies.
It was far past the point of no return, but it would still be proper to make things tidy
Perhaps she could even burn a candle to help with the smell.
Except the police would be here soon, so it was time to be off.
Doesn’t know or care much where her tears may fall
Reaching that point where the pain becomes a baseline, a background
It grays out the world into a monochromatic morass
Punishing her one drop at a time
The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk
Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take
At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled
It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice
Leaving me but one choice. I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.
Couldn’t believe I even had a shot, to be honest
Last thing I thought would happen was that you liked me too
Old feelings of insecurity and inadequacy swamped me when we were apart, but together, that was something amazing
So when I popped the question I was at an emotional breaking point
Even though you said no, I…
Can’t believe that gross internet myth
Really? You’ll eat a dozen spiders as you sleep over your lifetime?
And to disprove this point I set up a video camera to record me sleeping
Watching the video, and we can see here that…wait, four, five, what the!!!!!!
Love of all that is holy! I’m going to be…
The lack of sleep kept mounting
It became a load that was difficult to carry
Reaching a tipping point where it was impossible to keep their eyes open
Everything stopped while they sunk into unconsciousness
Dreaming of trying to go to sleep…
Being bound to his pillow sounds heavenly
Even to the point that she dreamt of it
Daytime and duties of motherhood always arrived and shattered that fantasy
Don’t believe I chose this life
Even though I’ve lived it for over fifty years
Couldn’t really find a single point where
I didn’t coast along life’s eddy currents
So you see, I am a true floater
It might infuriate some of you
Or it might make me your hero
Now that, dear reader, seems to be your…