I'm cold. Really, really cold. Something in the air is simply off tonight, and now for the longest time I can't figure out why.
So here I am on this winters night, watching them all dance in their halls. Out here though? I seem to be the only guy.
This has happened before, so why was tonight any different? This was the question I needed answered, and this I pondered.
Was it because despite my beliefs, no amount of books, learning, or working could replace relationships? Into my mind, those thoughts wandered.
I learned, and read, and attended my class. And until recently all had seemed well, so why was tonight different than before?
I sit in the cold, twiddling with my hands, staring longingly into the great hall. Why is it so hard for me to enter those doors?
I wanted to enter and join the fun, become a great friend and a pillar for them all! But here I stand. Outside, and not inside.
Is it simply my fate? To stray from the masses, and be ignored without a second thought? I suppose that's still up to me to decide.
Steeling my nerves, and approaching the door, I'm about to open it and join the fun. But right as my hand stretches out, I remember vividly that I am cold.
Somehow, someway, and through any means. I wished for there to be somebody to call out for me, and open the door to let me in. Alas, nobody is so bold.
It looks so warm inside though, and so I entered. The fire lights the rooms and bathes me in light, a sight to behold, one of the night. They turn to me as I talk, joking around, and great stories I'm giving.
Smile's spread across our faces. But mine is hollow, for they would forget about me just as they have before. I know this of course, for despite the warmth of the fire...I'm still shivering.
