My Atlantic Home

Smell of jazmine mixed with fishy waters. Smell of something missed long time ago. Listening to the seagulls squawking in the morning brings me back to my ocean. Three days out from the inland, I faced happiness again. Three days with my windows open to the Atlantic, It reminds me I'm a fish caught in a strange net. Three days walking on the seashore woke my dark mind up. Enchanted with your modesty, I fell in your arms again. Illuminated by your gratitude, I will be dying without you. Now, again in the inland, I will always miss the seagulls when I get up, the ones that can be nasty, but the ones that feed my breathing everyday. Married to the seagulls I am, with or without them in my Atlantic home.