Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

My encroaching grey is the uncertainty that the plume of reality is not actually real.

Sorry I've been away so long. Life ya know. Sometimes it grabs you by the %@#*&s and drags you along for the ride.

as always,
wordsy
"a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"