It’s a trap.
I have been trapped inside the automobile in my dream.
I have been looked upon by dickheads.
There are only mistakes in this desert
and the thorns are shaded with the blood of my void.
There’s longing, there’s pushing and then there’s the constant fear of losing the only madness of limitations.
I am still here.
Still making moves to be a little.
Still dodging mines to have the desire to struggle a little.
You give me comfort, I will make a living out of it.

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Photograph: Doug Chinnery.