Wisp of smoke walking in plain sight of others. We cast only a faint shadow as we float along. We are living in a thin veil of reality. We pretend that our lives have purpose and focus, when in truth many of us never know our true purpose. So why the pretense of trying to be what we are not comfortable with. Our existence is a vapor inside a mirage, that lives in a snow globe that is shaken often by circumstance and fate. We are simply pieces in a puzzle that never quite fits together unless you reshape the pieces. So we live on wisp of smoke, in a false reality. We are but ghost of ourselves.