The places that I went

I look at my life, and its incoherent reversal, its actors & agents, quietly withdraw, and are replaced by people who no longer care.

Whether this is eventually proved to be hiatus, depends upon what comes next. When the ones you gave your life to, reject you, the choices become starkly clear.

Rebuilding a new life, just one possibility, looks to the unknown, a brighter hope, of better.

Returning to the old one, going backwards in time, to soiled remnants and the broken promises, that I couldn't keep. Better not to make anymore, just in case.