wound after wound

a broken toe. a scraped knee. and a heavy load. weird patch on my eyes.

i heard a falling leaf landing on you allows you to make a wish.
if so can i just stand under a maple tree in the autumn and dance in the evening breeze.


wishing for the riddance of those mentioned.
i just want to walk tall, jump, prance, run, bathe, sleep without feeling the sting.
i just want to do whatever i can do.
to swim. to run. to kick a ball. as and when i want. in the golden evening setting sun.
cause it hurts so bad, and wears me down, every time i got to move about.
i don't like to complain.
but dressing the wound really sucks.