I can't stop my thinking of you.

I was young when I fell up.
It was fall, a perfect time.
But any season is a good season for doing a thing like that.
I was wearing a black shirt and my favorite fitted jeans.
I was as happy as Christmas morning.
Falling up, contrary to popular belief, isn't hard, nor is it tricky.
It isn't scary, nor intimidating.
It means you breathe in a little bit deeper, and smile when you let that air out.
It means you feel comfy and cozy no matter where you are.
It means you are confident, because you've got something really soft beneath you when you fall down.
There's a difference in falling up and just plain old falling, you see.
When something makes you fall, you feel like you need knee-pads and insurance.
But then there's that other thing.
That thing that makes you dance no matter how badly you move.
It makes you put on an apron and cook dinner, and be proud even when the pasta sticks to the pan.
It makes you rhyme.
And It makes you fall up.
It makes you float into the sky, and sing with the angels.
And that's when you know that you love.