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
Perhaps he should just conform to the pirates’ code
And just wear the basic black
That would make things so much easier
Considering how much he loved to stand out, though
He put back on the rhinestone studded one, even though it hurt because it looked fabulous!
Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
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.
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
Know how to fly, little one?
It involves string, cloth, structure, and magic
The first three are needed to make the object
Eventually the last is provided by the young ones watching it soar
Why should he be tortured because of his desire to have all the things
And not be able to have them because they cost too much?
Not that he was going to let that small problem stop him from getting his fix
This safe, though…
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Everything felt numb inside
Making him crave something, anything to fill that void
Pushing him to do crazier and crazier things
Though nothing seemed to help
Yet it did lead him to believe he was broken
On top of all things, Macy waited
Verifying that everyone in her domain was doing what she desired
Everyone today seemed to be listening to her wishes
Reaching our with one paw, she batted at the dust to demonstrate her approval