Train Ride from Whitley Bay to London

North sea,

the way i enjoyed the ocean

dark, brutal and your blood vessels constricting to the point of discomfort

I was 17. I was reading Kundera at the time.

Teresa and Tomas destroyed my life. I didn't know one could feel that amount of pain.  

the loneliness was comforting

the waves tossed me around, they say that the cold water wakes you

I believed it to the point of bathing every morning in the discomfort. 

Oh  you. You are my favorite sea. I want to live  beside you but I'm not ready yet. These things take time. My lust for you was instant but everyone around me says I should contain it. "Keep being inspired by it! But don't let the sea own you" they say. Spend your time in other bodies of water there are so many out there" Yes. there are. But I'd much rather be there sitting with you. Separate but knowing that you are there when I'm in need of the lighthouse.