Peering outside my window, I mouth goodbyes to winter and its snow flakes. They never fail to cheer me up. Now they are gone only to return in another nine months as they usually do. Light showers become mainstays in the daily weather report along with the mists as they make their seasonal haunts atop this mountain. Gloomy indeed.

It is February now and another year has gone by. Valentines day is just around the bend yet it no longer holds any significance to me. The then annual pangs of loneliness have transformed into daily ones much to my dismay. The transition occurred long ago but the bleak outlook remains. And so long as the pangs are recurrent, I continue to steel myself and bottle them up, sequestered from the harsh scrutiny of the world for the prying eyes that inhabit it laugh at weakness and their glares kill. And the tragic part is, the eyes which can save me will be a from one in the ridiculing crowd, unwilling to rescue should the gravity of it be known. So I shall trudge on, paying no mind to this metastasizing growth. Forcing it into the darkest recesses of my mind. Never letting light shine upon it for it would but prolong the agony.