Nothing remains as it was.
tasting your rebirth over and over and over every single day like the sun when it explodes with fire from the sea.
it will punch you in the face, without warning, without reason, and take you down to the ground, where you cry tears with blood. It's going to be tough with a good deal of pain, the kind you can't bandage, or fall asleep with on a load of pills, nor kiss away on cherry lips.
it will take you down to the depths of Hell, and throw away the key because nothing will prepare you for the sweet tale of misery....and when all your bones are broken, skin ripped apart, and bleeding with wounds that do no healing; you will rise from the ashes of your past to breathe victory.