the dark ocean

only late at night does the ocean seem frightening while during the day, my feet were itching to touch and feel its coldness against my skin. now am reducing to watching through glass. oblivious to the cars parked around us doing dirty deeds under the guise of the night's shelter of darkness. still it beckons. my ears strain to hear the crash of the waves against the sand, the rock. even if my skin can't get near its touch.