Same place. New time.

I flew in to Phoenix last night expecting something similar to a heroes arrival. Friend splashing waves of missed affection at my feet and reminiscing of times not shared together. Instead, I find myself with a lack of words. No positive criticism and no hope for a brighter tomorrow. No future goals set in place and no plans to break free of my monotony. Where do I go from here? How does my productivity increase and how do the synapses in my brain begin to catch some lightning? What do I take from here? This all seems so familiar, but vicarious. I'm sharing in this wasteland I left and breathing in the stale desert heat that I feel beating down on my neck. It's not as bad as I remember it, but it sure doesn't feel like home.