The Hamlet Project

When we’re little, everyone praises us for our healthy imaginations.
When we tell a story, they are amazed and wonder where it came from.
When we invent full fledged imaginary friends, parents will take pride.
When we grow up however, without the proper channels, imagination can become a liability. It can make us desperate.
I am desperate with imagination, too.
Without enough avenues to play on, without toys or playmates, without a playground, my imagination drips out of me like tears – at inopportune moments, when I’d like to appear in control, or when I have a moment alone and the barricades have lifted for a moment,
It feels so good to let it out then
But I have to wipe it all away soon enough, blow my nose, toss the remains
And return to a very serious world.
Without enough art in my life,
I wax desperate with imagination too.