My brain was being pounded with
Understanding to understanding.
Like a tennis ball,
Back and forth it goes.
In the end, all that remains is
Deflated.
Fluffy.
Ruins.
It's frustrating when you think that you finally understand something, where all the pieces fit in place in your mind like a puzzle and you have that small EUREKA! moment, and then before you know it, that understanding is blown out of the water. Like all those people who believed the Earth was flat. I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it? When you look far away, it appears flat. When you look up in the sky, it seems to just stretch for kilometres. But then they go discover its "roundness" and you feel stupid for you naivety. You're not that smart. You still don't get it. And you have to "go back to the drawing board" and try and wrap your head around something new.
This is Evelyn in a nut shell. She's still searching for answers. She's still trying to "discover" what it means to be alive. And she's still trying to understand the people around her and the way that they work. And where she fits into all of this. It's a typical journey for a young woman growing to be a woman, but there is definitely something different about the way that Evelyn goes about it. She gets beaten to a pulp every time, and yet somehow manages to reappear as if a ball out of a new can, just with the innards of the old.
This is Evelyn in a nut shell. She's still searching for answers. She's still trying to "discover" what it means to be alive. And she's still trying to understand the people around her and the way that they work. And where she fits into all of this. It's a typical journey for a young woman growing to be a woman, but there is definitely something different about the way that Evelyn goes about it. She gets beaten to a pulp every time, and yet somehow manages to reappear as if a ball out of a new can, just with the innards of the old.
Hmm... Evelyn sounds like someone I have known in the past. Someone else who has been looking for answers and has found some of them already... I wonder if you know her, Michaela :P (and I'm not talking about my mum :P)
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Lol. you're too cute! As I said in a previous post, I used to deny that Evelyn was based on myself, but I do see more and more of me emerging in her every time I write. I guess the difference is that her experiences are different and she's searching for the same, but different answers!
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