I arrive at the airport with the same energy as a ghost revisiting its death scene.
My body arrives, but my soul stayed back at the last place I felt valuable maybe 2006 or end of 2005.
A baby stares at me while I check in. I wonder if it sees the sadness I carry or just thinks I’m shaped weird
The gate B is closed for maintenance , so it makes everything more crowded than it used to be.
Everyone here seems to have purpose. I look like I wandered in by mistake and decided to cosplay as a functioning adult
The kiosk greets me with more warmth than my ex ever did.
The security staff waves me through with the urgency of someone moving trash before guests arrive
Gimpo Airport is well equipped as you can see with this toilet made for merchandises like me.
I couldnt expect better :)
I finally used the restroom, I can now move forward.
I pretend I’m cool and collected, but my deodorant gave up five minutes ago.
I sit near the boarding gate like an abandoned IKEA display technically there, but missing essential parts.
I wish I could be destroyed
Validation time.
I feel so good to be validated .. by a machine
I squeeze into my seat like a sad sock into an overworked drawer
The window shade creaks as I close it, probably trying to warn me against introspection
TW is always full of passengers.
I always swear I d never come back to hurt my body again but I just come back exactly how I do with my toxic girlfriend (actually its a doll).
I look out the window, pretending this is a metaphor for moving on. It isn’t. I’m going back to my zoo.
My gaming set up has this blue light too. Nothing to be jealous about.
When I girl join the gaming chat, I usually switch the light to pink so I stay alert
The plane takes off. My will to live, however, taxis slowly and returns to gate.
As the aircraft leaves the ground, I too feel a sense of detachment..from my goals, my dignity, and my will to live
We reach cruising altitude, where the air is thin and so are my accomplishments.
Flight attendants begin service, and I get skipped. Honestly, same energy as my romantic life.
We can observate Incheon Airport. Thats why I always seat on the right aisle when I go to Busan!
As we pierced the clouds, I looked down on the city and realized gravity was kinder than my last relationship.
Somewhere over Korea, I realize I’ve contributed nothing to this world except this terrible flight report. You’re welcome
I look out the window and see clouds soft, fluffy, and infinitely more useful than me
The plane descend, just like my hopes every time someone texts “we need to talk.”
My ears popped, finally matching the state of my emotional health.
The landing is a bit unique this time.
You see the yellow bright light ? This is where we land but already look so close and low like my self esteem
The city lights of Busan appear, twinkling like all the missed opportunities in my life.
It looks so tight and so low. but thats the beauty of that landing.
I brace for landing like I brace for any conversation about my future with fear, confusion, and cold sweat.
We hit the tarmac like a sack of regrets thrown off a building. My spine compresses and so does my will to try.
As we touched down and I pretend to check my phone as if I have friends to text me.
I deeply breathe in with a giant smile to pretend Im here for holidays but I actually go back to my rat crib . I cant wait to eat my cat food tonight .
