I don't know what it's like to trip unless  I'm literally stumbling..
I guess I've never been anything but scared to try these things and let them take me.
Would I still be the same..think the same..feel the same?..
What does it even feel like?..
I imagine its like holding a baby for the first time..and letting its soft new head cradle in the crook of your arms..
IF I was ever close to high it would be hearing his voice for the first time..it would be shaking and shaking and hands not being able to  write letters or lips forming words
The first time sitting next to him and talking for hours on some wooden bench
A boy once carved my name into his arm and let it stay there and later I found out he went on some acid trip-trip-trip tripping he was never clumsy before he met me
But I guess we all fall for something sometime or some other
this time some other girl and later some other guy
But I fell up for the first time
I started writing right-to-left
I started being intoxicated at the hint of the truth
I let him touch my hair and hold my hand in the seat of some bus
I let another tell me I was always the color of sunsets
and so I started watching sunsets
the same sunsets I drew when I was 5  for my grandmother who, when she died
was buried facing the West so she could watch the sun fall as I was falling
Falling up for some new guy who never let me down
Or..would. And  I would not care
Because the sight of him is clouds when I would run in rain
He has me higher then the ferris wheel  from California, Santa Monica Peer, New Years night 2015
I've never been so high as the first time he whispered my name across the state at midnight