Somewhere along the lines I lost the feeling
It comes back
But it's never as strong as before.
I feel that the fighting over things that upset me hurt the situation more and more
And I fail to realize that maybe we just need to be apart
That maybe the same flight we thought we were taking are actually different places.
And the things you bring seem to make you stumble.
I can't deal with the luggage that you carry onto the airplane.
There is a limit, a personal item and a suitcase.
Anyone can deal with that, everyone usually has much with them before they take off.
People guard it closely, the inside contents of the luggage only checked through sensors to ensure that it won't harm people by those trained
It usually isn't enough to impede anyone from what they want to do in any regard
And once on the flying contraption, they put it away in the overhead compartment. Hiding it from the world, keeping their belongings close or far away, depending on their strategy to exit once they land.
Sure, people can have more. But it's usually checked in and also stashed away. Dealt with in a different manner.
It's not chained along, the way you seem to do with your luggage.
It's not thrown open for everyone to see the inside contents.
