Being Honest With Fiction

And here I am now, alive and well, and equally searching the same as I have always been. I am alive and well because at minimum; I have my ten toes and ten fingers. I have two eyes which I admit do not see as clearly as they used to. My heart beats. My ears are still on the sides of my head but like my vision, my ability to hear is not the same as when my body was in its younger form.I am seeking something above the average. I suppose we are all seeking something. I want more than the soft or the quiet solitude which is a common thing for me at sunset. And yes, I find sunsets top be a peaceful moment and sure, I feel the beautiful reverence of a sight for sore eyes. The heavens are perfect this way. The day corrects itself and the history behind us is in the past.The sun subsides and the moon reveals itself in stages of cathartic bliss.I see the sunsets this way.I see this as another on of our great and daily transitions.I notice how the sunrise has the same impact on me as well. Only…