Baggage

EXCESS BAGGAGE Essential Services

Sometimes I feel like there is another guy operating in my head, taking over my thoughts, and making me crazy. Sometimes. And is how I felt when she came into my life. Girl Crazy. Crazy about that girl. And I did say often. “Not put on this earth to be alone.” And I still think that is true. Enforcing the system, living conviction. I said it. Did I mean it. And so as I age, my thoughts are taking on weight. Over thinking everything. And so today a blog about: Excess Baggage.

And won’t just jump out of the plane and free fall. Will try to argue the best way that I am safe and sane, wings in the air, and me in free fall. Shedding the excess baggage I don’t need, and providing to the guy that survives, essential services that lead to long life and survival, in a Gumbo-Eat-Any-Thing Jungle. And sure I love this state of mind, where everything is up in the air, and anything can happen. And the ideal condition would be for it to happen with me. And so I am irked by the idea, I might not survive the day. Yes, really ties me up in knots, mentally.

I too much into who is bring who to dinner. I am committed to you. I will reduce the chaos in my life, if you will just say. “Yes.” And that might be proper. To handle the individual pieces and your heart, and put the crush and squeeze on you, free falling and not caring who reaches the ground with us. You and I. Sky High. That might be the limit. Spiraling towards the ground at deadly speeds and wondering was this the best that we could do to spend a few minutes alone without the others.

So I don’t need a shoulder to cry on. Stewardess is nice, but not the time for tea and crumpets. Fully booked. I have you. And we are more heavy than thin, and running out of options. Trying to avoid the horror story of choosing the wrong one to fall out of sight with. Isn’t like an uneducated grease monkey. We had education. Were suppose to do the smart thing. But did we? And I ask. “Who is asking?”

So at the end of the day it is essential to find out. “Did we survive the day?” Its not really that complicated. Do you have love for your friend. Will you take her or his hand, when you jump into the wind? Will you give the other that falls with you or for you, some longevity. And maybe its too early to give this much thought. Essential Services. Excess Baggage. If it doesn’t help, don’t give it a thought. Go on a whim. Exercise the feeling and be fleeting and do the flash routine. Lightening across the sky and you are energy in the hands of G-D.

And if you don’t believe in that, go with her. Is the best way to discover, what happens next, when all you want is to be happy. Sky High, even. And now we make the big leap, and the jump. Feet off the ground. And this will just take a few seconds. Plane to Ground, and I keep telling myself. Its all about love. “It will take a couple of seconds and it will makes us all love you more…yes more than we already do, if indeed that’s even possible.”

Think this might be true. To love you more in death, than ever possible in life. And now I say good bye. To excess baggage and essential services, and illusions that fly when pigs do. My blog for today. Hitting the ground. Holding your hand and saying. “Yep, I love you.”