Walking on air with that buzzing feeling all around you. Looking at people but not really seeing them. Someone is talking. I can hear them. I realize it is me. Some odd kind of fevered chatter without approval. My skin belongs to a stranger. It’s not mine to my touch. I’m turned inside out with no barrier of protection. I’m a recognized bystander watching me through a kaleidoscope. I witnessed my falls that came out of nowhere. A slow good-by and now walking a straight line. But I have fond memories of my phase of delirium. It set me loose.