An old dream worth remembering

 I just awoke from being hurled out of a window by a dead man's ghost

from the top of a balcony.

It watched me from the hallway;

bashed in while enveloped in a dim blue sky.

I fell to the earth's cold,

twitching, broken, and blinking.

I awoke, dying again.

I have died ten-thousand times, to only have ever lived once.