And more

I walk through this Earth like an open book, with most pages left blank.

So if anyone should take an interest in me, I would still remain an enigma, and those that are a bit more daring might start to fill up the blank pages with their own hopes, their own dreams, and their own impression of me.

I can not help but love those blank pages of mine, so I will walk around with much more caution, be much more careful, pay attention to all of my emotions, and all of my subtle sensations.

I will wait until I make a desired impression.

And then,
I’ll let those pages that were forever left blank
be filled up,
written all over,
by that carefully chosen hand

that saw in me
what I wish I could have seen
what I hoped to adore

and more