The desert never leaves you. br This graveyard rich with dust and br tears is like the imaginary friends br you cherished as a child, who are br waiting, still, for you to join them. br br br Like the aching eyes of famished br children, like saints breathing fire, br there is a hard purity to the desert. br Patience sculpted the desert. br 'Leave it all for the lazy future, ' whisper br the roadrunners and the tumbleweed. br br br The desert is full of br shape-shifting eings. br You never know what br disguise they will take br next.