I am falling up. I am falling down. I am falling all around. People turn their faces to the sky and lift their chins to watch. Everywhere you look, I’m falling and if it weren’t for me falling all over the place, it would be a beautiful day. But I hit the ground crashing like someone spilled a big bucket of something cold and wet at your feet and I am the sound of a heart exploding all over again. People turn their faces to the sky and lift their chins to look away. I don’t blame them for it. After a while, I start to fall up all over again and there’s nothing that you or I can or anybody else can do about it but just stand here and watch. Things are looking up.