Wilderness Friends

This time seems to be a barren desert. Like a sad song on repeat.
It seems to me I have past this place before. Did I not see this place once before?
The realization of my wandering once again makes it worse than the first time I realized this reality. I guess this reality would not be so sad if it were shared with another.
This life is hard enough to go through with support. This life is 10 times the harder with no support. Not that there is no support in my life, but it seems again I have turned a corner to a place I have been one to many times.

Here I stand with my best friends who never leave my side.
On my right stands loneliness, he makes the nights he is not there seem odd. On my left stands guilt. He loves to to go away for a while and then rush back with new things to show me. On the other side of loneliness is friendless. He is a rather friendly fellow but he leaves me wanting more. To my far left is darkness. He travels with the other three to keep me in my place.
Periodically I will leave my companions behind and find others. However in my wilderness wanderings I tend to associate with these fellows for they are the only ones who recognize my existence.

Maybe my friend motivation will come for a visit. He has helped me to leave this sorry friends before. An all to common companion of motivation is false directions and I would rather not follow him again.

So for now I will sit and be happy with the few friends I do have.