Round and Round it Goes

It's 1:30 in the morning. I'm listening to home radio manila. I cant sleep again.

Lately, I've been trying to block the world using my earphone. I intended to turn the radio on to drown myself into the sound of music and allow its melody to bring me into nothingness. Although, there are moments that the songs being played on air tears my heart apart and it awakens emptiness.

Some creepy thoughts. It seems that my neurons are actively doing their jobs  but my comprehension of what is it about is not working. The whole process is a failure.

And when I close my eyes I see a lot of things, faces, and places. I see no exact point where to stop for everything moves to and fro. I can hardly focus on what to think about. That's why what I'm doing right now is extremely tiring. Believe me. This is a torture.

One moment I laugh the other I cry and it goes round and round. Tired. Tired. And I'm really tired.