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i haven't tried to focus on myself in a long, long time.  once the horizon settles to the point where silence creeps in, i generally fill the void of air and stillness with some sort of distraction.  it is never easy to face oneself.  i can remember many times where my whole voice was inside.  my entire being was inward.  i retreated a lot.  i thought a lot.  i read, i focused ... i was me.  but then i discovered a way to cover over that silence.  it became easier to escape into that world of distraction, and i cannot seem to pull myself from it.  i've developed traits to run to ... to rid myself of that emptyness.  but now i feel it is finally time to embrace that void.  that quiet voice that slowly speaks to me when i am still.  that soft whisper of release ... of togetherness.  just me and my insides.  i seem to need to get acquainted with my voice again.  i have a feeling a new friendship is on the horizon -- just me and my very old, very patient self.  "welcome back -- we've missed you..."