a repost from a private blog i read. I think its worth sharing so i’ve obscured where it came from so you can read it.

Dear Imagination,

I tire of hearing the conversations you think might happen. It bothers me that you think I am so angry and vindictive. The false self you’ve created is reflects nothing of the characteristics I hold dear about this being. Your addiction to catastrophe and abandonment is annoying, at best. I am far more skilled at responding to situations than you’d have me believe. I brought you in my life for a reason, and this is not it.

You are here to craft my escape, to build my empire, to add layers of meaning. Your images of soft grass, close lovers, and eternal childhood are what draw me to sleep. The elaborate romances I have with my various selves would not be possible without your attention to detail. My curiosity about death would not exist without your skill. However, we have strayed.

This is a chance for us to communicate about our needs. I understand that I’ve neglected you, left you bored and uninspired. I promise to bring you new films, more books and a new selection of music. We can sit down in front of a sketch pad, at least once a week. I’ll let you write when the computer fills my time, which I know you loathe. I will take risks and learn to share what you create. Ask of me, and I will give.

We have the opportunity for a wondrous relationship full of delight and mischief. Together we can plot and create the time and space to find full expression for this burning. Our inner world can fill up and expand in to our physical space. This is our world. Lets work towards harmony so that we may discover this thing called Peace.

Much love,

-xxx