I am a fifty-two year old disabled man with daily aches and pains, I feel as if I have reached my twilight ahead of schedule but I am not one to complain, for I know that I am blessed to be alive. Becoming of age can be an awakening, the act or moment of being aware of things that one did not see prior. In my twilight I now see things for what they truly are, for when I was young I did not understand mans coldness, his deceit, his hate, and his unholy propaganda, the deliberate systematic attempt to alter our perceptions, our conditions, and direct our behaviors to achieve his desired agendas. I embrace my twilight, for it is a time of reflection, it is that time in life where one can find him or herself in a state of wonder, where dreams of the past are brought back to life, if only to say, what if? In my twilight I embrace the dreams that are of my past with the objective of bringing them to fruition, but their shelf life is due to expire along with my motivation. Time is getting short, so I must act now, for my dimming twilight will soon be in need of another host, and as the darkness continues to stalk my fading light as if it were prey, I will soon be within its grasp, but for now…….
“The Hunt Continues”