a novella by yours truly

I have been working on a novella, a book, if you will, based on the experiences of a man I know (those who know me know the truth, but not the truth of my life). there are hints of the truth that lay beneath the surface-clues if you will. I am in the process of combining the past events of a man I knew (know), and am contemplating the attempt of puttin them into a published work. I am proud for this friend, of where he's been (what he's seen), and understand the conflicted nature of his being (though he feels alone), if any of you readers out there (5, I count you) have any input into this work, though you know not of its origin, or the second sight contained within, please let me know... the concourse of the words seems more difficult than slolomn, and his path more treacherous than a white lie... He believes his "choice" to be near at hand, and the consequence the distance between two worlds. I know I am vague, but that is my charm (and his). He (and I) have severed half the cord, but are always looking for more. In error do we see the fog rise and give form to the veil of covered vision, but when fear is conquered and clear sight is gained, who will follow?