I fell again today.

I feel yesterday, too.

I think I fell the day before that too.

I fell so many times that my knees are just one big bleeding wound. It cannot scab as I fall so much. But I never thought about it anything special. But...

My mother got frustrated with me. She told me I fall too much. She told me that I need to stop myself.

But after her admonishing remarks, I fell the hardest that I can remember out of all the times before. The strange thing is, I saw myself falling. Yet, I could not stop myself. It was as if I was going downhill on a bike without breaks, I saw my crashing but could not do anything about it.

Maybe, just maybe, my body is no longer under my control. Maybe, just maybe, my mind is no longer mine...

Who am I?

As I watched myself fall, I was lost. I had so little control that I was afraid that I was no longer there. I felt trapped in my shell of a body and a mind that controled it so expertly. I fell so much. My body seemed to be habituated to fall. I can no longer stop myself.

Can you... catch me before I fall?

Can you... comfort me after I fall?

Can you... help me stand on my own feet?