alter-ego says:

distance is lengthening, silence is deafening. where from here? no one knows. i can't gather my bearings. i don't know where i am, where i'm going. tendencies are re-building, lips are slowly being sewn together, eyes will soon be permanently looking down. i won't listen, won't speak. i'll lose my voice forever and ever until the sound is foreign even to myself. it's a solution that sounds feasible, at best.