Being Honest With Fiction

I am certainly a witness and a watcher and above all else, I admit that I am someone who participates in the oldest sport of all time. This is a little and special game known as people watching.
I cannot say how I look or seem or appear to anyone else.
No, I do not have the right to claim any kind of special or exceptional beauty.
I am just me.
I am only a man, average in many ways, hungry, seeking and searching and at best, I am equally as confused as anyone else here in this place called Project Earth.

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Being Honest With Fiction

It amazes me to see who I am as opposed to who I used to be.
Then again, I am amazed at how different life can be from what it was, this time last year.
But this is life.
Always changing and always throwing a curve
(or two)
This is us too, moving and going through different phases

I am amazed . . .
I’m amazed at the times which I have lived through
And yes, it amazes me to realize how much time has passed since the last time I stood on a rooftop and felt rebellious. 

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