Well, kind of old new - a lot of familiar pieces, but put together in a different manner. Some of what used to be central relegated to periphery, other previously distant elements showing potential to become primary. Little of it definite for now. But promising - I hope. With the image of my airy demigod dissolved, I don't know what to look for in the clouds any more. But I suppose believing in him carried me to a place where I could stand on my own feet. Just like the first time.
Freedom, closure, transition. I suppose I'm just a bit nostalgic. It's sad when something beautiful has ended, even when you know it's for the best. When there are things that remind you how you dreamed it to be. Memories of emotions you once felt.