Here I am, been stuck in this
quiet world for months. Still thinking of what to do, what to think about and
of course, what to put into the unreal world. My mind’s pre-occupied by the
things the ‘other world” tells me to do. I took a deep breath, even though I
put myself into rest, still my mind wanders off to the “unreal world” looking
for ideas, looking for an inspiration. My mind is another living creature aside
of me. It travels to the unreal world while the body acts like a container; A voodoo
doll to describe it better.
I have created a lot, and my
works praise me as a god. But now,
their “god” has nothing in mind anymore. The other world just invaded my heart,
thus creating fear and anxiety. Because of that, I slowly lost my ability to
create another “living creature” to the unreal world of mine.
Two different worlds, two
different living beings; the other an empty container and the other, a soul.
One thing is for sure, is that I lacked time and inspiration to rebuild my “unreal
world” just as the days of my youth.
