I try and I try. I try so damn hard. Nothing seems to work. I'm here. I'm stuck in this place. I keep telling myself it's only for a little longer. That all of this is temporary. But is it? Or is this really where I am now? Is this who I am now? Is this what my life is now? No, No. That's not what I want. That's not true. It is temporary. My mind feels like a pinball machine bouncing through highs and lows. Except it's getting harder and harder to bounce back up. With each passing moment, the bricks pile up and force me down. I don't really see the point. Except that I do. In the fleeting moments that I do breakthrough, I see it all come together. Better than I ever could have imagined, but it never stays. Maybe one day it will. Maybe one day I will be flying so high that I can't see the ground. Maybe one day all of these moments will be worth it. Maybe. I hold on to the maybes The maybes are everything. It's the maybes that get me through.
Model: Lacy Hartselle
