I wrote this poem sitting in the bathroom getting ready before I performed a Shakespeare piece - everyone thought it was a little weird when I whipped out my abused writing journal with half my makeup on - and feel like it encompasses the "player's dream" and what Shakespeare and all of the cast means to me. It is full of fragments of thoughts and contradicting ideas and is just a whirlwind of raw passion, which is what fills my heart when I perform Shakespeare. I hope you enjoyed A Player's Dream :)
-Scribbler
