The connections
between
characters
and people,
are complex.
You can’t make them too,
out there
or they’ll hit the chord too hard,
resonate too loudly
reflect too brightly.
You can’t make them too,
perfect
or they’ll miss the mark
ring empty
and hollow.
The charcters can’t have it all
that’s too out of reach.
They have to be falling
twisting and turning
down their spiral of disillusion.
They can’t be completely happy,
that’s a far off dream, where,
streets are paved of gold.
They have to have that
one thing. A tramautic childhood,
a tremendous debt, a complex,
to make them just right.
It’s like a recipe, you see.
A dash of salt-bitterness
a pinch of sugar-resilient optimism
a chocolate chip-that little bit of crazy
a cup of flour-the habit.
If the recipe isn’t followed,
you end up with,
what?
A real person?
Relatable, not neurotic,
not comedic? But true?
Impossible.
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