Nobody wants to see the ocean rage. I was at the beach, watching the waves crash, inching closer and there was no one around to see it. The sound of an angry sea can be scary, but not for me. I resonated with that sound. It spoke to me and I felt calm. The wind was strong and it was getting colder. But not as cold as the sea, not inviting anyone into its arms.

I saw huge waves at the back, but they mellow down when they reach the shore. Maybe the sea was mad at itself. I stepped into the water and it was warm. It made me feel safe. I moved forward with my arms open, but the sea with its wilderness and anger pushed me back. And the closer I tried to get, the harder it pushed. And that is why the sea was alone.

When everything is said and done, when the sun goes down, it's just the sea, with all its waves, its crashing, its anger, its warmth, wonders why it is alone?

You know how I know?
I am the sea.