To the little child heart
To the innocence of dreams
And desires.
To the facade of nonchalance
To the struggle with dilemmas
To looking for meaning
To the most vulnerable moments.

To the monkey spirits
To the countless daily stories
To hearing the unsaid
And saying the unheard.

To the heaves of inconclusivity
To the silence of indecision.

And, most of all
To the instinctive friendship found
and built incidentally.