i can be your lust, im a secret waiting to be uncovered, im mellow... theres no rush, your only seeing half of me becuase thats all i can allow, this isnt a poem to indulge, this is one to embrace and take lightly, my existence has nothing to prove, im not insane or outgoing, i dont have the longing to belong or this so called empty space, my mind is still in the pages of some book and ringing in headphones, i belong in the silence of my photographs, i hope to be the ideas ive never shared, and never give you all of my everything, for then what would draw you here, this optimistic outlook is killing me.