Pisaries Creator

Where my hand reached back, the object was not there.
I had no idea where it was or who had taken it.
The moment was perplexing.
I was not in the right mind to deal with this loss.
My fingers curled into a fist.
I wanted to punch something, anything, anyone.
No one was around to take a blow.
I expected more from this situation.
This was a disappointment.
I had not thought of the outcome.
No way was the liquid or solid clear enough.
I did not have the right tools.
Finding the object was not an option. 
I was changing within myself.
The arrows pointed south.
I wanted to walk the opposite direction.
No matter where I turned, the possibility was fuzzy.
I dealt with loss before.
Nothing had prepared me for this pain.