Love isn’t
the right word;
it’s used too freely,
too often
for this feeling.
Loving you, that’s like
screaming
to the stars,
hoping they hear me,
or staying silent,
alone and aching.
- 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