This could be the beginning of a long and lonely winter

I don't have to much to say, other than it's snowing.
It's neat.
But with it comes memories.
Mostly of those being when I didn't feel alone.

Cause I do now.
It's no one's fault.
But it feels empty.
The kind of emptiness which makes you hurt.
The kind that makes you feel like you're starving.

I'll pull through.
The questions are when and how.
I'm in the woods alright, but hardly with a map or a compass, or even a flashlight.
And I don't know where to go...