An Ocean Within
Dear friend,
The ringing in my ears is symphonic. As I sit, it swirls—ebbing and flowing like high tide on a windy day.
I miss the sea.
The melancholy of walking across the slag heaps back home, where the railway lines cut a line between the coast and the workers’ housing.
Christmases at the British Steel social club.
A moment of nostalgia.
Brought on by tinnitus.
A shell to my ears.
An ocean within.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey