own yourself; I beg of you. be so deeply rooted in who you are that when I try to claim you for my own you will not be so eager to sell me your soul. keep your desires for freedom and solitude because I refuse to reduce or dismiss my own. you must learn to be without me when I’m within arms reach, understand you will not always be where I want to be. cling desperately to your aspirations as you ascend to them because I will want your attention when you’re not able to give it. and if under any circumstance you sacrifice your passion(s) promise me you will seek out new purpose. I’ll position myself for your descent. I’ll be there with tea to warm you and palms to rest your cheeks in. I will not be necessary for your recovery but I will be honored that you chose me. do not ever enable me to being selfish by saying that you’re mine and nobody else’s. we are artists. we are slaves to our crafts and our audiences. I don’t mind sharing you so long as you are true to me.