Answer:
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I am milky white and scares people.
I am all around, yet to me you are half blind. Sunlight makes me invisible and difficult to find. What am I?
What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?
I am brown and sticky
What is always coming but never arrives?