I have never known gray in my life. I was never quite black, or white, but full force. Gray wasn’t an option, neither was skimming the pool to find the right temperature for my body to adapt. Cannonball or nothing, full force or not at all; it was a frightful way to live at times, so vehemently living. When you soar so high, it’s painfully easy to realize just how far the ground is, a reminder that one wrong flight could leave you on the ground.
Gray didn’t exist, but I held the paintbrush, and for the time being, that was okay.
Words by Kyley Schultz // Photography by Jenieva Lebsack.
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