its not getting easier

the moon slightly grinned
the winter wind stung my face -
and alone i walked.

i've been lonesome lately... the sky irrates my already raw spirit... but whatever, you know? i'm freezing to death in these winter months.. no warmth anywhere -- it's becoming quite cold next to the lake - but that's life, i suppose -- these cycles go on and on without permission and inhibitions...
the days wear away my edges --

whatever.