I need my place of peace. I need to stare into the ocean and see my reflection. I need run my fingers through the sand, so my heart can convince my mind to release me.I need to see the stars, and shout to my ancestors even if they can’t hear me. I just want them to know that I’m listening. And I want to go there with my pen and my pad and illustrate what I see through words and not images. I just want to lay back with my eyes close and hear the waves whispering.