Something about flying in an aeroplane that makes me feel so dirty that having three showers in the same day simply doesn’t cut it.
Something about leaving behind my family that makes me feel like I stabbed myself.
Something about not having anyone to hug at the airport that makes me feel empty and unwanted. Like the feeling of coming home to cold food. Multiplied by ten thousand.
Something about wearing formal trousers after what seems like an eon of gorging on sweets that makes me feel very unattractive.
Something about showing up at work less than two hours after landing (with barely two hours of sleep) that makes me feel like a zombie.
Something about my new champagne diamond earrings that says Brown is beautiful.
Something about homesickness that makes it so easy to get used to, yet so difficult to get over.
I’m a little fucked up today. A little Coldplay for the bruised soul, perhaps?
Give me one ’cause one is best
In confusion, confidence
Give me peace of mind and trust
Don’t forget the rest of us
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Wounds that heal and cracks that fix
Tell me your own politik
And open up your eyes, open up your eyes, open up your eyes, open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
But give me love over, love over, love over this