Death on my worst nightmare

Dreaming is a moral conception of good and evil. Its duality relates to everything. It can be a good dream, or a bad one. You can be six feet under. Or you can be jumping of a cliff with nothing holding on. My mother doesn´t care. A black crow eats a carcace. The sound of the guitar echoes trough the mountains. A jam in a "T" section of the road.



Suddendly my laptop starts. The keys of my house are in my pocket. My sunglasses are covered in salt. I start earing strange sounds. Not nature. No birds. Not a human voice. It´s the sound of nothing. Of a black hole. My worst nightmare.



And all options fade in a sunny afternoon
And all cats make company to those who are about to pay visit to Death