My cocoon. My haven. That’s where I am tonight. My little
spot on Planet Earth. Alone. There’s no
other place I’d rather be. I’m isolated. From all the other happenings in the
world. Yes, there’s bad stuff. Strife. Wars. Murders. Disasters. Suffering. But I’m safe. And at peace. Thankful. That I
can escape to the safety of my cocoon. My haven. And pretend. That life is good. Not for
everyone, of course. But for me. --Jim Broede
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