When I was in Las Vegas.. there's these moments where I felt something very strange. It was like... the loudest sort of silence I've ever experienced. And that transferred into a certain sort of feeling... something so l0ud but silent. It's like... this empty feeling that is created from things that should make you feel alive. I've been thinking about that today for some reason. Loud crowded streets with flashing lights..hustling and bustling. Tourists everywhere. Cars everywhere. Nothing but things that make some sort of sound. And yet... something inside me felt so distant. Maybe it's because the las vegas strip to me felt like a psychedelic dream. And I guess amongst the holidays...I got a feeling...that reminded me of the feeling I had there. It's like...you're surrounded by all these things...non of which gives you true fulfillment or the feeling of being whole. You're where you think you should be but turns out you feel so out of place. I feel like that's just my life lately. I keep searching for that full feeling. And maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places. It's such a loud silence.
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