It's an interesting feeling, one that I just can't put a finger on. It absorbs me, wraps me in its protective cocoon. Inside it, I feel so safe, so at peace with the world, with my life, with who I am. Yet at the exact same time, I feel so much discontentment. I feel so unaccomplished, so unfulfilled, so... nothing. This cocoon, it makes me think, it makes me wonder, it gives me a gentle reminding nudge to be a better person.