Confusion.

Everything I thought I cared about when I left home, I thought it would never change. I thought this was it. That my life has finally begun, that this contentment would not once leave me.

One aspect that had made my life so much more, suddenly left like the softest of summer breeze.
Now the reality has set in.

Tipping point of that kindness has driven me to madness, as I look down another road.
One barred from me, yet possibly could be freed in time.

A risk to give up everything for a single chance.
Stupidity some would call it.

Memories still come to mind, that kindness still provokes those emotions yet I feel like I cannot go back.

Not yet.