I dream about
the what-ifs
the maybes
the some days
even though I know
all of them
are too late.
Maybe I can’t rewind
lost time
but what if, maybe
I made it back to you
some day?
- jsh
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.
This Frame and Focus Is To Help You See The Beauty
We run the same paths over and over again never really stopping to take in the scenery - jsh