The time is drawing ever near where I may ask that you do not leave me alone, on that certain and pertaining frost-bitten eve. Where the trees cry mercy from the freezing moisture that drips down low and freezes the sidewalks with ease. The air is unholy and aching to the bones and marrow. The sun is forgotten and the night is oh so long. The holidays attempt to warm our cold souls. But nothing no nothing can stop me from feeling forgotten and unknown.