I am always trying.
I want to be something, or someone.
I want to not be here, or to be there.
I love to attempt things.
To succeed, well….that is another matter.
I have not done that often, and when I do, it feels foreign.
I have great ideas of who I could be, what I could do, where I could go…
I am here. But barely.
I will do it all again tomorrow, that much is certain.
Consistency ~ rhymes with Lynn.