You came over to my house the other day to watch me fall down in the grass repeatedly, each time successively staining my jeans more and more until they turned from blue into green. Your fiery hair wrapped around my face, telling me to do it again until I had no body left and became one with the grass. And so I did it, and it felt extraordinary. It was like swimming with a mermaid through the ocean while weightless and sensitive- noticing each bubble that she produced left a significant feeling on my bare skin. Or, maybe it was like falling through space, noticing all of the millions of stars around me and the Earth rising to meet my fall- the breathtaking beauty astounded my senses for I could not speak, only fall silently into the arms of nothing. As I looked up from my grassy residence, I could notice that she walks down the street with sunkissed hair and tattered jeans, thinking exotic thoughts and dreaming colossal dreams until reality slips away from her and she is standing alone in a great sea of white, with her shallow heart as the only thing that is beating. Just like when a piece of grass is picked, carried by the wind and thrown into the cracks in the sidewalk; to us, they are merely cracks- but to them, they are infinite spacial demensions exhibiting no forms of occupance or life. Space, sea, sky, falling, falling, falling, fall, land.