“where has my car been, where will it go” i crashed my car into someone’s lawn,  teeth being stained by the fading memories of above i thought i saw you on the road,  a packed intersection in life i thought december was a lie and the snow might not be that cold,  i laid down, and fell asleep,  my window smiling with the same glowing moon, i have seen every single night now.  i wish i could get up and bloom,  but i am still stuck at this moment of time.  i dreamt with the gas on high,  i dreamt with tired tires,  and when i awoke the breaks were broken, and i forgot what the time was,  and i forgot that there is a door in every car, taking me to where my road ends.   Mixed Media on Canvas.  2024, Written & Painted by Darron Dashaun Modeste

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My name is Darron Dashaun Modeste (b. 2005), I am Trinidadian-Canadian, I am from the east coast of Canada and have travelled by car to Alberta when I was very young. I expirenced a rather unfortunate upbringing up until l was around 13, which led me to become vulnerable and ultimately homeless, in and out of high observation adolescent psychiatric wards, until I was 18-19 years of age. I have been learning to express myself, heritage and cultural identity with my art forms while being homeless, and today even now that I am transitioning to living a normal functional adult lifestyle and future. The journey has just begun, the story I need to share will never be finished.