this morning #427.

this morning, water under the bridge had morphed into blood on the tracks & they were left holding the bag, trying to right the ship. it was all so cliché. to say that their path forward was muddy was an utter understatement. they always tried to turn life’s lemons into lemonade, so a rosier picture had emerged. that didn’t mean that their now ex-partner saw things in the same light though. the grass definitely wasn’t greener on the other side. in fact, it was quite brown. by ignoring the truth & moving on, they had essentially put a lid on a boiling pot. as time marched on, it was no longer tenable to keep a lid on things. they had to take a step back & admit that ignorance ain’t always bliss.