You made me
when I was seven you came into my life
white box and keyboard
16 years later you have remained my daily ritual
praying to that white box

You are the only thing that I'm good at
social constructs confuse me
boggle me
I am at home when I'm with you
only you
I speak your language
you make so much sense

I have made it a hobby of thinking up technologically complex ideas
bringing them to fruition
what was once my hobby is now my career

At night
when the lights are off
the house is empty
I am alone with you
I am alone
you are the only thing that makes sense