Crazy we are in tandem you with your fears of unknown animals and hollow people me with my dreams of you as you again and not this brittle madwoman ranting at the world hating me, your life, and carelessly tossing our past aside while yearning for your real family now your high dope fueled fog of existence your preferred illusion of joy and my failure of expectations we are indeed crazy you say you clutching your rosary while denying God imprisoned in your sad bones and the pink hair which is the only color in your bleak dark day where you search for the high that brings the sadness to your eyes that are the undead unseeing orbs and i pretending you still see me and i still here to receive the rapier thrusts of your anguish and your recriminations these are my reality my crazy which is your gift to me that keeps on giving taking places of the lost birthdays the lost christmases the lost family dinners the graduation days when you seethed in sullen madness, ignored your sweet sister who always only wanted your love and approval but got your thoughtlessness your self-centered souless quest for never found whatever led by impulse and fleeting jolts of synthetic crap that made you crazy made her leave made me this sad woke old woman shedding my possessions as if to shed my pain oh won’t we remember the eclipse won’t we wake up then will we survive the crazy will we find ourselves again or will we walk into the ocean to follow the whale