The fifth day and all is not well. Months have passed and much has been lost. Time can not be regained, never could. I knew that going in. I ended on the worst note. To know I still can is of little comfort, to have done it for what I did is soul crushing. My body aches and my mind is empty. No solace, no thoughts, just pain that echoes enlessly. The time to put intentions to rest are here, and I have none. I passed on a day that I know I will regret. Old vices creep in, but even those bore me and I do not bore easily. Where have I been? What rings have amounted in my absence? Do they mean anything? I am me again, but not quite. I have yet to see what has changed, but nothing is as it was. Where do I pick up again?