the imagination machine.

i wish there was such a thing as an imagination machine.

ya know, like a gum ball machine?

when you felt all your imagination had dried up or fluttered away,

you could just as easily slip a quarter into the slot

and a ball of imagination would wind down the tubes

and roll into your warm, waiting palm.

and then you could swallow it hole,

or chew on it for a bit.

feeling the creativity flow through every cell,

fill every tiny, dusty, boring crevice in your body.

and then, you could

see things,

hear things,

smell things,

taste things,

touch things,

think things,

that you hadn't experienced for a very long time.

and you could truly be happy again.

if only there was such a machine...