where are you

How can I slip in and out of awareness while perfectly aware of my levels of awareness?
and why should a young woman like myself sit alone, incapable of reaching out to anyone?
I am angry and I am cold.

I am an old house on the side of a mountain. The sun always sets here. The shadows linger all day long as I hold firm to the ground below me. My fragile windows rattle in the wind, my insides are always uncomfortably cool. The forest surrounds me with quiet, an impenetrable fortress of silence. The sky is gray and it looks like rain. I am the lonely house in the middle of nowhere waiting for the forest fire to consume me. To take away all the years of solitude, of frustrating days of longing, and nights of restless sleep.

I am waiting for the sun to rise, until it does, I am the shadow of the unending setting of the sun.