Eve to Evelyn

Sometimes when people are put into stressful situations,  their mind forgets who they are and takes another identity. An unconscious running away. A split personality.

And we then live our second lives,  forgetting who we were. Picking up pieces . Not making any sense. Believing this is the real us.  That there is nothing beyond these four walls.  All old feeling fresh now. 

Relearning things , till it hits . All at once . And the four walls shatter into light and we step into a garden full of bird song. Our bare feet touching lush green grass. 

Two lovers in wonderland . Everything is new and old . Adam and Eve a thousand times over . Oblivious ,amnestic and unsplit.

Sense of the world

I look to my side , nothings changed.

The AC is in swing . I like reading when it's cold  , but isn't it a little less cold today . Or is it just me?

I look to my side.  Nothing

Sometimes the things we love, are the things we hate. I've looked forward and dreaded studying . I've loved and loathed my lovers at the same time. 

I glance at my question bank timer,123 minutes left and I still have 140 questions. I'm reading through the questions but nothing seems to stick.

Time's up. Maybe I should go for a walk. 

I look to my ‐- our eyes met. The silence in the room is painted warm and we broke into a mirroring smile. 

"Evelyn..Can I switch on the fan ?"

Sometimes we like the same things.