cries of a broken spirit

i have no profound thoughts, or incredible insights, just a longing to communicate with anyone / everyone. as the days pass, it should seem to get better, the old saying goes "time heals all wounds," and yet time seems to be against me. my enemy. it seems to be getting worse. maybe it has to get worse before it will get better? i have not heard a word from whole food markets or the other two jobs which i applied for, which i have to declare is awfully painful and disheartening. they seemed, even if just for a moment, to be a step toward a journey out of the desert. but now, sitting here, it look as if the desert is my home. i have been here so long, i don't remember what it is like to be not of the desert. "do not follow the path, go instead where there is no path and blaze a trail."