Baggage

About me: I go away on holiday

Independently

And Emotionally all the shit I carry with me always with me always weighing down so inconveniently

Is left behind, like the water bottles they ban on the way to planes.

 Firm-voiced and uniformed guidance of

Leave your hazards here, go forth asunder under the protective arm of

Air-wherever-you-want-to-be

Close your passport on your worries. 

If we’re allowed only

7kg of emotional, social, hyperthetical, election-presidential

Related tensions 

How much lighter all our heads would be how much lighter all those planes would be how much better it would be

To hang out in the sky indefinitely

And never claim back our baggage.

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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