I don't know if the explosion that my head is about to undergo comes from a whirlwind of feelings or if it's due to exaggerated and compulsive crying. 

I'm falling again.

 Falling again. 

Falling down. 

Omma, put me on your lap again and allow me to sob into your chest. I may be too small in these moments, perhaps even more so than a crawling baby. So wrap me in your arms again and welcome my pain, I beg you. Can I go back to being your baby and live under the cloak of your protection? The world is too cruel and I'm so, so, so small... 

I was happy being a dreamer, however, I'm slowly saying goodbye to my youth, the good memories, the significance I once had and even my dreams. I can see up close, and feel in my soul, all my degradation, and I'm falling 

Falling 

Falling 

Ommaaa, omma, hold my hand, I'm scared and alone. It's so dark in here. Remember that I only sleep with the light on? Omma, let me sleep with you? The ghosts in my nightmares weren't that bad, but living now is terrifying me. Let me go back to the day I was your baby? 

OMMAAAA, ommaaa...