Noise

The music soothes me on stormy days when you just want to start writing. 
"Noise" of songs and words wrapped me in a thought in which ideas that do not know where they come arise. They are ideas of peace, the nerve, the desire, procrastination, regret, loneliness, ... company. In short, everything that has to do with what we insist on calling life and is merely a more or less long way towards death. 
Empty interior, death, silence, death ... Background Music of background or gas station ... I do not know ... my eyes close and my mind travels ...... what is life? 
Maybe one word can define: travel. But ... where? 
do not know ... but what is clear is that it is a journey and there is no turning back ... 
Happy travels ...