I put my earphones on and turn on the playlist.
Hard rock.
I need this.
My mind need to think something else.
That something is Myself.
No.
A child is crying on my right.
There's two people that keeps talking on my left side.
And all around me, I heard vehicles sound and every beep of each.
People shouting.
Cold night.
Traffic.
Lights of every post and every building I see.
I need this.
I need to distract myself.