lying on my back

these scars have begun to unravel again.

maybe it's time. I feel that all too familiar tug of transition looming on the horizon. It attracts and repels. Excites and scares.
it scares less than it used to. guess I could attribute it to age or wisdom(something along those lines) but it isn't.
It's an awareness. An awareness that nothing is constant. I could make a decision at this point and it may or may not produce results which please me. But at any point I can change it. I can do or choose to do things differently. And it's okay.
I guess I'm no longer afraid of making the wrong decisions. There are none. Just choices and their reverberations.

goodbye old self