The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have a horror of being in confined spaces.
In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.
Silence is the unbearable repartee.
Death's not one of those things that frighten the life out of me. Getting up on stage with the curtain going up frightens me more.
I'm not frightened of a bit of silence.
Silence is the last thing the world will ever hear from me.
Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.
Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.
Space is something that you have to define. Otherwise, it is like anxiety, which is too vague. A fear is something specific. I like claustrophobic spaces, because at least then you know your limits.
Like a blazing comet, I've traversed infinite nights, interstellar spaces of the imagination, voluptuousness and fear.