At first I tried to write the words I needed to say to you.
With each pen stroke my eyes grew ever more blurry.
When I could no longer understand my scribbles I spoke.
You couldn’t understand any of the things I had to say.
I said you were crazy, but I didn’t mean it like that.
I just wanted to say “I understand what you’re feeling.”
I had been there too, so many times before I lived it too.
I stood on the world’s edge reaching down toward Mercury.
I continued to grasp for what is forever out of our reach.
You are crazy. You are crazy. You are crazy. And so am I.