My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul, penning under JSH. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
P.S. I’ll See You Soon
We still send love
stuffed into envelopes
postmarked with kisses
signed with ‘I miss you’
hoping one day, maybe
we can send ourselves instead