I'm No Longer Good At Titles

One of the most difficult things I've ever had to do was accept the inevitable silence that envelops our human experience.  It haunts us, even in moments of triumph and laughter-- the silence is lurking, plotting its campaign.

Despite how far you run away from the silence, you can never outrun it.

As an introvert, I long ago made peace with being a loner.  I negoitated the silence as pockets of necessary introversion, where I was alone to construct my thoughts and deconstruct my emotions.  However, as I continued living, the silence expanded into every area of my life.  One by one, my friends and family were quieted, disappeared, and what remained with a foggy veil of silence.  Silence can easily be translated as freedom, as a neutral ground that eagerly anticipates what I shall say.

What shall I say?

I feel I am going to a place spiritually where ppl have gone before, but not enough ppl have gone to create a language.  There are so many inarticulate experiences that can only be felt directly or telepathically. 

I in silence.  I'm at a place where I can't speak.  I'm can't say where I am, and that's very difficult for me... I've always be able to synthesize my experience in writing.  But, as I said, the silence has leaked into all areas.