The building is high,
high enough
for my eyes
to go
white.
I rip my gums with
my teeth,
I am afraid
of this height
that I so now
see.
Is it a dream?
I cannot tell!
I jump,
I fall,
I scream,
the cars are chasing me.
No?
I am chasing
the cars?
I am
falling to them.
I cannot see
where they are going.
North or South?
West or East?

I cannot make
sense,
the car
soon
crashes into me.