Analysis of photograph

Life feels so fast.
Slow, but fast-moving.
Like it’s rushing past me in a hurry.
I often want my life to speed up, to get out of this period.
Other times I would do anything to stay in a moment for eternity.
I feel like I'm in a never ending eternity that won't stop spinning.
But then sometimes, it stops for a second and stills long enough for my brain to capture it.
I call those snapshots.
They feel like the only time anything ever means anything.
They help with the suffocation that feels like I'm trapped in my mind.
The pressure. The stress, oh the stress.
The expectations, the pain, the misery.