Cold.

It's as if nothing ever happened. No miracles. No sideways glances or comments made that I always heard. Always repeated to myself in different voices and tones, and I wondered what was meant by them. A world was created that never existed. My mind built castles and wove intricate webs with fibers and threads that my imagination had braided together. There was nothing magical ever. Nothing so exciting or uncertain as I had invested in. My mind was invested in a game so much more complex than chess. But the pieces are gone. In fact, they were never really there. The skin on my face might burn off with embarassment. I wish I had known sooner. I would have done things a bit differently. Instead of creating the possibilities and testing the waters I would have given myself a new purpose. To think I have been so unproductive. Employed by devious creations of my mind and nothing else. A storm is just a storm and a roof is meant for protection. Bare feet need shoes and food is meant for filling. Sideways glances are coincidence and comments are prettily wrapped statements of boredom. Nothing ever happened. Oh my, this does present a problem.