Oh well spring came... perhaps a bit late for me, but lets just say that right now I am slowly reaching out.
The sun is up, people are again moving, a certain stillness took place instead of the mind-fuck I endured last few months. Somehow I am happy it ended, but at the same time the fact that I still am attached to certain flawed dreams and ideas I possessed makes even this release hard.

Breaking the chains is hard to, and breaking the chords of attachment is even harder. Imagine chains that you yourself add to the leg, chains that will bind, and eventually destroy, kneel and make you do those things that you won't do. Imagine that these binds exist even when the person, house, group is gone... because you aren't directly attached to them but more to what they meant for you. Withdrawal hurts, nothing less, nothing more. Addiction, either because of a person, a drug, a friend, a cat, an item... no matter... addiction will always cause withdrawal. This is my dilemma now, and besides that, I have little to worry, and even less to take care of. Hah, in all endings, there is a new beginning.