"Under the sky, above the earth
this little unknown story starts.
the teller does not know
what happens next
the story is rather weird
living in form of text."
these are the first few line, the writter attemptes to write. Then throws the pen and pad in frustration. He knows that to reduce the frustration, he need to write. But he don't know what to write. This further fuels his frustration, forming a cycle, which he can't anymore handle.
Night becomes deeper, earth becomes calmer
the story tells no tell,dream becomes nightmare.
