Cautiously, we approach those wild animals known as people. Many of them are ridiculously vulgar, violent and dangerous. But some of them can be the houses we lock ourselves inside of to feel safe.
We can cry out in pain or ecstasy, but to the uninterested it will sound the same. It may trigger the same neurons, those that aren’t yet dead from repetition. To some it may feel the same. Those are the ones who need our care the most. We can help retrain them to know that good is good, and pain is a signal to get the fuck out of there.
‘There’ can mean many things to many people, but when ‘there’ and ‘home’ are different places, the color red can’t be far behind.