Silence

I keep getting the impression that underneath all that I experience is a deep silence.  There isn't any tinnitus there, no whining, no children fighting, no blaring screen, no sudden upsetting noises.  But is there also no laughter, no music, no breathing of a nearby beloved person or pet?
The silence of the house when my family is out feels like a void, I expand into it, and then, pretty soon look for ways to fill it up, food, music, moving furniture around, messing with bicycles.
Last year, I filled it with worrying, eating carbohydrates at an incredible rate to bury the worry, and as it turns out, I had only been burying myself.
Well, no more of that forever; my body has said it won't take it and is going to propel me into that deep silence before I have had a chance to do a few more things with my life.  Go to Yellowstone again.  See some other parts of the West that I love, and some I haven't seen yet.  Return to Europe with my own bike this time....and time, and time.
I want to wander the roads of Italy where I lived, in what at this point feels like another life, sit quietly somewhere with a picnic lunch, and maybe a friend or 2.
I want to fall in love again, which probably seems absurd and as ridiculous as it has ever been now that I am old and have nothing but laughter to offer anyone.  It disturbs me, though, because I have been in an emotional fetal position for some years now, and it isn't how I want to live my life.  I may not ever be able to shake the sense that there is nothing anyone will see here to love, but I need to know that I can love, whatever it looks like, reciprocated or not, aimed at a human, an event, a house plant.
That silence, the silence inside that looks like loneliness is one of the dangerous sucking voids most of us face, I think.  Poor judgement blooms from it and crawls around like Kudzu, and just about as fast.  Sitting still and experiencing the isolation of resistance will send anyone to the gambling table, the bottle, the needle or the refrigerator.
Our belief in our isolation is what kills us.
Not that we don't die, but dying is not the problem, the state we are in when we do is, and the only solution I can see for that, at least today, is today.