To sojourn on alone in the constant construction of continued existence
is difficult
but must be taken.
Other days, though, the path of perilous persistence welcomes companions along the way.

They journey with you to destinations planned and spurred
and while the winding path is fraught with dangers:
curving roads that lead you astray,
an idle mind that ignores the signs of caution (figuratively and literally), an unforseen discussion of vulnerable lore;
We seek the joys in the experience:
the roads are curvey and confusing but we find stories and jokes through the detors,
I forget the color red at a crossing path but my commarades remind my sight (we laugh horrendously about it seconds later), we’re vulnerable and it’s beautiful to be accepted for it all because it all equates to you, us, and this fellowship we have.

To sojourn alone is a necessary feature of our ever frantic reality,
but communion with kin and kindred
can be found betwixt the lonesome parts
of the hero’s destined journey.
Embrace it when you can.