I asked myself to tell me a story. Once upon a time, I said, I told you a story about you. You did not believe me and asked, how can the story be about me, if i wasn’t there? Because you were there, I replied, only that you were pretending to be asleep, and so, you were. Ah yes, I know this story, I remembered, I just have to ask myself to tell it, so I don’t forget.
Avoiding
I go through great lengths to avoid getting to know you. Yet there you are, unequivocally yourself, and I keep choosing not to see you. Why? You ask. Fear, I respond. Fear that if I truly saw you, after all this time, I would hate what I see and hate myself for it.
Russian Doll
Picture a Russian doll with tens of smaller dolls each one inside the other. Now picture an elevator going exactly through the middle top to bottom. This is how I picture my inner self. The exterior is there for anyone to see, but inside, the elevator doors open only on some floors for some people.…
Choice
It doesn’t matter who you choose As long as you choose them for them And allow them to choose you for you
The Dulus Nest 