Always with me, I cannot break away.
My grip holds tight.
I wonder who I am without,
Because we are always,
I rarely go unaccompanied.
And I am always going.
Jet lag, and sleep deprivation often feel like an ugly hangover, and that was the state that I was in on Sunday when I went to work. But, I had to go, although I didn’t want to- this said from
I’m skipping through Spotify Christmas Playlists, listening to Christmas music, or trying to. Every two and half minutes, I changed the station. I find Bieber’s poppy excitement annoying,
A flight attendant’s suitcase is as a shadow in a land of forever sun, never far behind the click-click of heels that whisk the uniformed figure through one airport or another. Like a toddler that
I’m on planes a lot. If I’m not working on them to raise money for the travel piggy bank, I choose to sit on them, subjecting myself to long flights, hours of waiting, and all the various