It always feels like you’ve been running all your life.
Or drowning in an ocean, yet still breathing.
And the only thing that keeps you afloat is the hope of a better tomorrow.
That never comes yet.
Maybe you don’t have to fall apart today.
You can only stay strong enough long enough.
And when today comes from yesterday’s tomorrow,
Maybe it will be time to pause, and fall apart.
And let the damage take control, so that you can get back home.
If home is still there.
But maybe it doesn’t have to feel like drowning.
Or running your whole life.
Maybe you don’t have to pause and fall apart.
Just stay still, and breathe.
And just maybe you will escape to that better tomorrow.
But aren’t those are too many maybes for Today, Maybe?