To a friend by circumstance, I thank you. You are an artist never able to find perfection in words unless you are alone. At night or early in the morning no one faces that pillow but you. Why it hardens when you turn to face the day, I don’t judge. In a world where ambivalence seeks love, we are only true to the present mind yet the soul breathes no worry for it will remind our heart to risk. Our time, growth, worry, stress, love, and passion is worth more than any material possession we’ll ever own, even our pillow. RH 4/8/14