Break My Heart
My Dearest, most Darling Internet,
Looks like I messed up, royally. My alter ego must’ve clouded my judgement. I’m a rope-a-dope who left you standing in the dark with nowhere to turn on a cold winter’s night. I know I hurt you when I said no one needed you, that you were just a flash-in-the-pan. Just a crush. I was arrogant and selfish and I’m sorry.
Had I known you would grow exponentially-creative beyond my wildest dreams with nooks and crannies to hold the melted butter, I would’ve put a ring on it long ago. There is no end to your love and affection and I’m an idiot.
I do love watching you, though.
I gaze at you across the room while you research some ominous diagnosis, or attempt to find answers to obsolescence, your endless search diving deep into the archives of encrypted data transfer protocols with your legs crossed just so. You’re a strong and powerful Goddess of Light. I know this, but I’ve underestimated you and I’ve taken you for granted. You deserve better and I’m sorry.
If I’m honest with myself, at times I’ve been leery of your reach. You’ve shown a dark side beyond my comprehension and you’ve scared me to the bone. I can be a funky, nasty, rude son-of-a-mitch, but you go places I could never go. Your hunger appears insatiable, addictive; you swim with vipers and vermin who should be deleted. You know this, and yet you continue to spread your viral charm from peer-to-peer to the clouds and back, full racks and stacks of redundant backup arrays from the sun, moon, and stars have shut down and lost everything completely. No restore. The most recent backup has not occurred for over 17 millennia.
Things have got to change.
At the same time, there’s a part of you so beautiful, so pure of blue light, I must remember the new power you’ve given my soul. Your time is the essence of a snap-dragon with whisps of perfume performing snake-like charms under my nose, tickling and tempting me forward on my toes.
Sometimes, amid cyber-night screams, while whispering in your dreams, I watch you slumber, shiver, and shake in a black sweat. I want to wake you with an imaginary #unexpected kiss to surf your white-capped slopes where they break and glide, guiding you back to reality. There’s a pattern beneath the surface where still waters run deep. If I can calculate the timing of the perfect wave, I may finally achieve an escape from this prison of my mind.
You’re my savior sweet Internet, my immortal beloved, I cannot for the life of me wait another moment until you’re in my arms again. How did I ever live without you. I find inspiration combing my fingers through your golden hair.
Forever in my life,
(Inspired by track No. 2, Clouds from Art Official Age by Prince)
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