Missing Pieces

I literally lost a piece of myself the other day. Took a big tumble off my bike and what I can only guess was a large piece of gravel removed about a 1 inch orb of my flesh. Deep. You could see the fat just hanging out down below the layers of skin.

The interesting thing about such injuries is how you can pick yourself up and finish riding home to tend to your wounds. As if you have a choice. What else can you do.

Persoannly, I've never seen that deep into my open tissue. And if I never do again, I'd be okay with that.

There was actually a hole in me. A large, deep hole that didn't belong there. I suppose there still is.