I am treading the darkness, lost in grayness, past, present, the path enciphered. I am alone with atrocious demons of  righteous, soul, mind,  senses maneuvered. I grope for the aimless, gloomy, murky egress that has been, long ago, interred. For dark | side | thursday  In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Choose Your Adventure.” “Write a story or post with an open ending, … Continue reading gray