sometimes it's better to sing yourself to sleep
Sliced my little toe open. Cursed right foot, yet again but a perfect bandage job.
Back in SG, same foot, I had my toe stepped on a millions times trying to carry a drunk 300-pound Chinese man. Had to run my race with a toenail half falling off.
Lucky rabbit’s foot.
I screwed up badly yet still, he strokes my hair in the morning.
I’m all kinds of sick. Homesick, love sick, and maybe a little sick in the head. No cure-all for my aches but this sleeping boy laying next to me might be the perfect placebo.