by Nobody
Safety of a Home
Home is not a place, but a state of mind
Our bodies run in two modes: High and Low
When we run Hot and High we are ready for the dangers of life, we are alert, away, our blood pumps to our extremities, and our senses are heightened. This is when we are at our peak performance, this is when we remember that we are animals, and whether predator or prey we are ready to run, to fight, to kill—
When that blood runs, whether yours or theirs, and the world stands still. You find yourself a place to lay and bed to lie, our body slows, and our limbs are chilled. Whether you won the day with meat in your belly, or you are licking fresh wounds from the hunt gone wrong, our bodies seek to rejuvenate. We find a place, either alone, dark, and solitary, or a place surrounded by ones we trust, people we can show our bellies to. and we rest—
There is no longer a hunt, there is no longer prey. But there are still predators… from the news cycle to arrogant bosses to dealing with the daily descent into facism. We feel that pressure, we feel like PREY, and our body puts on ALL the ALARMS, AND IT TELLS US WE NEED TO RUN, TO FIGHT TO KILL—
But… if… you… can… breathe…
If you can find yourself somewhere safe, and alone, or surrounded by those you can show your belly to and you can rest—
You can relax, and rejuvenate. Your blood will flow to your cuts, your scrapes, and to your belly to send food and nutrients through your body. You will heal, you will feel better, and you will feel stronger, and you will be ready for the next battle. Ready to fight for a better world.
Creatures Struggle
A creature alone is destined to have no home
A creature with home, is destined to have love
A creature with love, is destined to have ones to keep them safe
Peaceful
A giant that refuses to pillage and loot
A beast that refuses to bite
A shooter that refuses to shoot
These are kind that choose peace. That push for love.
A giant that can’t stand, and can’t loot
A beast with no teeth, that cant bite
Kind with no gun, who cant shoot
These kind are harmless, these kind can only hope for love to find them.
Safe
A safe is a box with a lock in the wall
A safe cannot move and cannot breathe
A safe is tight and secure, but cold and dull
A safe will not fight, and cannot die
A safe will watch as you bleed out on the floor
A safe is no friend but a slave to a master
A safe will not save you