I had a thought today while I was driving to work. I have lost my imagination....I used to be able to come up with stories and poems with no effort. I still find it no effort to write essays for school but there is no imagination in doing that. Ever since a very good friend committed suicide I have been unable to put my feelings into my poetry and from then on I feel that life just continued to pile more and more responsibilities and depression on top of my imaginative core. I want to dig out my imagination though, for myself and for my kids sake.