When you're all alone
and the shadows seem to scream,
eager to eat at your doubts
and the blood from your heart
that gleams,
show them Pandora’s box
and watch them retreat
- 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.
We run the same paths over and over again never really stopping to take in the scenery - jsh