Sometimes you just need a moment to realize that in order to get past it all, you just need to pick up the pieces and move on.
I can’t seem to shake the feeling of trying to fix things. Unfortunately, I have the emotional capacity of a walnut so it’s a little harder to do without that drive. I stick to what I know. It tends to be this uncomplicated and stable bubble. Those are my rose colored glasses.
I’m picking up the pieces. I’m moving forward with my rose colored glasses.