Coming close.

Getting along. I like the idea. Peaceful co-existence. That’s a nice way to put it. I have been born into a world of conflicts. Not everyone sees life in the same way. Fortunately, I’m able to avoid many of the conflicts. We find ways to not bother each other. By staying away. By controlling our environs. My abode. My retreat. My cocoon. I write. Whatever I want to write. My way of declaring freedom. To speak my mind, my heart, my gut. In my own. Sometimes inadequate words. But I’m always looking. Looking for the right words. And occasionally come close. --Jim Broede