I am not sure why some people become writers, I just know that I can’t help becoming one of those people.
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.
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 