There is a huge amount of feelings that follow me wherever i go, you push them down y'know? you try really hard to keep everything squashed together that it all becomes too tightly packed, like a suitcase before that dream holiday.
I'm carrying around a really heavy suitcase i think, i'm trundling on through the airport and its like those days where everything goes wrong and you just get really impatient. My passport is at the bottom of my bag so i have to take everything out to try and get it and then once i get it out i realise that my headphones are also somewhere in the bottom of my bag, this cycle continues.
You get to security and your shoes have to come off along with your belt and any electronics you have so you comply because you're not insane and you go through and they have to check your bag for some reason, then you panic because you remember that you left a joint in there last week and there might be some residue. It was fine, luckily.
You then realise that even though you followed through with all the procedures that you're still carrying your suitcase. nobody took it off and you never had to check it in, you dont know why you forgot.
Its your suitcase, its with you, you cant sit down on the plane because your suitcase is in your seat, your standing, people are falling over.
You cant do anything because of your suitcase.