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oh, atlantic you haunt me.
i see her everyday in my map book and i shiver. i see pictures of children playing, or men walking by her side & i cannot help but think "do you know how lucky you are to be in her presence?" i wonder if some small girl some place would give all of this for the indian ocean? if she feels the same tugging strings right up through her legs and into her heart everytime she thinks of that ocean, while i sit by it on alot of days, talking but unsatisfyed & unaltered.
atlantic atlantic, why do you weigh on me so? everytime i see you in pictures, or hear you in songs my stomach ties itself into knots & everytime i touch a globe i feel tears in my sockets. my skin stings salty & i feel peace at knowing you & insanity at being so far away.
somebody explain this to me, because i certainaly cannot understand alone. i have to go, on a voyage, and i will come to know amazing things that i never have. she will touch my ankles & i will breathe out a lifetime of being clueless.
& she will be perfect.
& i will be complete.