Cumbersome questions are pelted at my soul, and entranced, I search for answers, knowing I will not accept them without reluctance. What was previously cemented truth is no longer mapped out before me, and the smoky screen before my eyes becomes denser as murmurs of what might have been float by.
Have I strayed too far, or not far enough?
The words to play with were:
cement, cumbersome, entranced, stray, map, smoke, pelt, answer, reluctant, murmur, sences, dense.
I have tried to have a go with Wordle, only after I wrote this, I realized that I had used last week's words :-) But this selection somehow resounded with me, so I'm posting anyway.