They’re plenty of things that can’t be explained like pain, a personal and vulnerable territory to share.
You never know how one reacts to your baggage, cause everyone is burden with their own.
It is a cloaked parcel that can’t be exposed but too heavy that needs support.
It’s weird how we courier our pain and sorrows, to be claimed by someone in lost and found luggage.
And shattered when it returns to the same address on repeated trials.
It’s an invisible market with flash sales, 50% off but still nobody to purchase.
Maybe it’s just a jigsaw puzzle that is scattered in pieces that takes time with self-conscious to heal.
If someone volunteers to help bag them and carry with you it’s none other but God sent’s angel to care.