Sometimes silence is scary.

I don't like sitting in mental silence. No epiphanies. Just there, feeling so disconnected from everything outside when inside nothing is right. I look inside and see a very distorted space. A lot of emptiness. And when I can manage to conjure up a thought or an image it doesn't make sense, it looks like an abstract painting of a person where the eyes and the other parts of the face or body are in all the wrong places.

Disconnected. I'm in the air again, and the lack of gravity is making me light-headed.

And there is no weather balloon in sight.

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Sometimes I turn the TV on just to hear other peoples' voices.