In 'Walking Around', his lamentation of passivity, Neruda declares that his lack of care for the suffering of others made him "sick of being a man."
Your love will flourish from a different part of you, the part that is slightly more ripe, a little more rooted in yourself.
All art is escapism in the noblest sense. First you get out of prison with your mind, and maybe soon, your body follows. ‘Cause why would you even consider staying behind bars? No one is safe.