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. I am one who does appreciate the sky at night, and I am someone who has had conversations with the moon, hoping, dreaming, wondering and wishing that somehow, my dreams will come true.I have prayed and I have confessed and atoned for as many sins as I can add, if not more. I admit to being amazed by simple things. I also admit to hiding my little secret pleasures in fear that this somehow emasculates me or somehow takes away my manhood because in all fairness; I am not tough. I am…