i feel those fishermen’s eyes on me. they murmur amongst themselves, ‘she just wanted to go somewhere’. their judgment made me want to beg for forgiveness, or claim a soul too drunk to hear….

but is there a wrong to retreating? i was weary of all our advances. i was forever in the shadow, all those wild horses, the dust of their gallop. so it didn’t seem obscene to be here for a little while, letting the waves wash under me, no paddling, no frantic passion for the ecstasy of waves. here lies a simplicity. the sea. it cares not for excellence. volume is no measurement. 

don’t you understand what is going to happen? i left you to your sentiments, yet i don’t mind letting you know you are delicious, darling. so each of us may have what we want from anyone else, and you can have whatever you want from me. just know - there is you. then there is the sea.