when dogma doesn't lift your spirits..

it was drab when the forecast read rainbow
you played robot when the radio played jazz
should've improvised but we stalled
chose the pedestal not the fall
would you rather, it bronzed to perfection?
every crack, corner, chasm..bronzed to perfection
a pretty souvenir at best,
and we could've gone for the gold

you chose unoriginal painting over the bowl of fruits
I chose mimicry and alcohol, and at one point, you

( imagine if relationships were all mapped out in one neat connect the dot child's puzzle. Each individual point symbolizes a finite relationship. One pretty compilation of the brief instances that real moments existed. What would yours look like? some people would have intense webs of confusion, others a single vibrant dot and a masterpiece in the background. There'd be completely linear maps, and then completely anachronistic ones. how about when they intersect..does compatibility exist because of similar maps? we'd like to think it doesn't matter. )