Volcanoes are just like us.
They NEED interaction with others.
Years of solitude,
Unable to move.
We only deem volcanoes as safe when they've lost their spark.
When they have no light nor warmth left to share with the world.
We wait until volcanoes change themselves to suit us.
Because after years and years of anger and joy,
They realize society just won't accept them as they are.
They die on the inside.
And we rejoice.