When someone dies, we do not always have to experience grief as sadness. We can appreciate and enjoy life through mourning the end of one.
“I thought that if you could leave and learn and see beyond your own back fence you were somehow no longer trapped like cattle in the run.”
The pigments separate in front of your eyes, as you look closer. Blood is pain but also life,
damage but also strength.
When you look at blood, you look at yourself.