No more words

I feel, and I cannot be alone in this, that I have run out of meaningful things to say.

This does not mean the world has run out of meaning for me.

All I know is my own experience. All I know is that life feels so permanent when you're in it that you forget how small it really is. We make our own meaning, miniscule specks on a revolving rock in the middle of an unfathomable expanse of being.

I am tired of talking. I want to exist in space with people without words.