Free Write - Computers

Like a surrogate heart,
You store my everything.
Images of images that I somehow forget,
Documents of work stored and rarely ever sought
Its like you know me,
And almost are me.
Because I open my laptop and see me.
My love.
My interest.
My work.
My school.
And though I store everything in you,
All my trust,
hopes
dreams,
protected by a code that is known only to me,
That is all you do.
Store everything.
Like my heart,
you are a combination of everything I am too scared to get rid of.
Too sore to face.
So I keep everything in you,
Tucked away.
You cannot calm my nerves
You cannot hug me tight.
You cannot be there to protect me on a lonely night
But I still rely on you.
Like nothing else in this world.
The things that you can do I cannot trust to man,
And mans duties I can not assign to you
And though it is easy to forget I must not lose sight of what it is you do.
You store things.
And occasionally run slow.
You serve as my connection to things I want to know.
You sometimes break and practically ask to be broken.
You are no prize token,
But you are my heart.
My surrogate heart.
That is the summation of all Im too scared to get rid of.
The window into my soul.