cheez

I've hurt my leg again. Not too badly, I think (I hope, I dream). It's hard not knowing when it will be fully better, as always. Not the first time this has happened since that time, 10+ years ago now, but it always feels a bit like a curse. There's always a part of me thinking, again? Will I never escape this? And asking why somehow I still manage to repeat the same foolish mistakes.

( it takes time, I tell myself )