Count the Waves 18 x 27 Pastel Uart 400 Grit 8 Ply Board

Breathe
In quiet moments, breathe
So, I might know
How my heart pounds
Like seas upon the shore
In darkest nights, alone
So, I might feel, something, anything
So, I might walk through my thoughts
Wandering in the blank pages
That need to be filled
Perhaps they are not mine to fill?
Perhaps I should just burn it down?
On second thought, I guess I’ll go down
And count the waves