Stuck

At the beginning I created the sun, the stars, the sounds, a school, books, peace, noise, poetry and love. It was not perfect and I tried again, this time in a different place.
New sun, new stars, new sounds, new school, new books, new peace, new noises, new poetry and new love. The new ones were nicer but not enough.
Thus I tried again and I created work, money, new sounds, new books, new peace, new noises, new poetry and new love. These last ones were intense, but afterwards they produced a bitter world, a world crumbling around me and the uncertainty of every step. And as I moved away from the present, they started to collapse one by one. No more work, no more money, no more sounds, no more books, no more peace, no more poetry and no more love. Just noises remained and they have prevented me from creating anything new again…

