Well, I have fined the craft of putting sadness in between the lines.
And I look into the eyes of my demons and thank them for this.
Those tall brown grasses beyond which rain grows all through the year…
I am there, building a shelter… welcoming every other passengers to stand by the side who have gone through the metamorphosed land.
I think this is my home…this is where I want to have my beers, my crisis, my homelessness…
my orgasmic expressions.
Biting this constant shower…one day I will find that companion,
with whom I will have to go a long way alone…

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Photograph: Sara Lerche Olesen.