Everything is made of static

Everything is made of stone

I’m on a building of lies stretching and reaching for the sky hopelessly

looking down to the smooth concrete

It looks warm, inviting, welcoming

I feel a sudden strong push

Like how the hand of a child pushes a toy off of the shelf

The ground grows closer and closer

My whole body grows warmer

As the wind hits my face

I hear a crack as if a tree was breaking

I wake up

My arms and legs tingling

My ears ringing

Broken in a cold sweat

Soaked wet with what it seemed to be tears or just the secretions of my body

I can feel it dripping from my face followed by fear, anguish, and confusion

It was nothing new

 In fact this was

The 52nd time

~ Julian Broadway