Object of affection

Got no idea why I spent the majority of my day on crutch... and spent the remaining of the time getting rid of its after effects...

Then, during my short walk after work... I came to the realisation...

It might have been some part of me that just has to come out.

And, damn.. how lame is it?

Shall I be da object of affection, plausibly a part of me that I resist the most in confronting...

After all the wing flipping as a headless chicken doing chicken dance....

That's it? 8-O lol