The broken vase

I had a beautiful dream last night, i dreamt that i fell from the balcony of merchant court hotel and i was crushed. That was the night i escape to a solitude world of just myself. I hide myself from everyone around me. Cut off all the contacts. It was so vivid i can feel the moment when i leaped off the platform of the balcony. At that moment my heart drenched i was in a beautiful white dress, i was dolled. I sit alone under the sky of stars looking across its the river and people screaming when they were being threw off the reverse bungee. I remember every single detail. I was in room 132. Sipping my wine as usual tuning onto class 95 on the hotel tv, i started writting non stop on the papers provided. I went to the balcony for a smoke, I pulled the door open, cold wind gust across my dress. I walked up and climbed up the balcony, closes my eyes. I took a deep breath. Opened my eyes i looked up a sky full of stars. I balanced myself on the platform and looked down, all of a sudden i felt freedom. I threw my wine glass down and sees it smashes when it hits the edge of the building, i smiled. The wine splashed all over, i took up my wine bottle and drink it directly from it dazing look across the river at people partying in the club. I smashed my wine bottle against the wall. It brokes it cut my hand, wrist and elbow. Blood flows out, i smiled. I held my wrist harder, blood dripped onto my white flawless dress. I leaped across hoping i will gain freedom and i did.