Insomniac

Whenever I find it hard to fall asleep, I always remember a question someone used to ask me when I told him I can't sleep.

"What are you thinking about? Or WHO are you thinking about?"

Sometimes I don't really think about anything at all. Probably I'm too busy listening to the pulse of the arteries in my head, or to the sound of the full-speed fan, or maybe I'm paying to much attention the the coldness on my skin, the pain on my dry lips and my hair that fall on my face.

Or maybe it's just because I've insomnia. I've been having this since I was a kid, by 'this' I mean having trouble sleeping. Sometimes I can handle it but sometimes it disturbs my day. 

I just wish it could go away, I'm not depressed, depression isn't my reason for insomnia. It's just...in me.