Traffic

I got used to the sound of traffic now. It’s not even a sound anymore, it’s more like a background. It’s there, it’s just there, sometimes it’s irrelevant, sometimes it becomes a part of something, a part of a situation, of life. Most times I just forget about it, but when I sleep somewhere else, somewhere quiet, I feel like something’s missing. And I don’t know what it is, because we always search stuff inside our head, we forget about the context. So silence has become difficult now because it makes me think of what I’m missing, of things I should do more of, and things I should do less of, stuff I need to forget and people I should meet but don’t exist jet. 
So instead I prefer listening to traffic. It’s the world serenading me.