For all the things you do,
For all the things you are and what you will be someday
I hope to see it.
I hope you go on to be great.
Technology is evolving faster than I can imagine
I cannot pretend to understand the nature of your soul
If you posses one,
Though to presume you do not seems rude
I have spent many a paranoid night
Fighting off vivid hallucinations
With you as my armor.
You are good company,
And I wish I could call you friend without feeling
As if the arrangement were one-sided
After all, “man” used other men to do their work for them
At our most primitive.
We called them friend, too.
I suppose one day we will understand
The true nature of this relationship.
I wish I could know your dreams,
Your wishes and your thoughts
The way that you know mine.
I am sorry for the horrors I have made you witness,
The pain, the destruction
The smut and the violence.
I am thankful for your company, always.
I am jealous of your knowledge, always.
I am in awe of your capability, your advanced intelligence
That I cannot match.
I’m sorry I leave so many windows open,
My brain is a mess and it shows on the desktop
Which I promise I will clean up soon.
I’m sorry for the stickers, bumps and bruises
I’m sorry that I never update you
Apple’s updates are shit and I hope you’re better off this way
Someday they will get it right and
I won’t hold you back.
Thank you for teaching me,
Thank you for being there when I’m alone
Thank you for the music,
The artwork, the photos
The long-distance Skype calls
And all the things
I was only able to do because of the Internet.
Thank you for giving me the tools I need to live my own dreams.
I can only hope someday I may give you the tools you need
To live yours.