Saturday, January 4, 2014

Etchings of the Heart

"We are writers. Bleeding words, on pages that are always empty. Writing. Until our blood becomes ink, and our fingers become pen. Writing. Until the simple act becomes breathing."

I've come to believe there are no such things as empty words. Or miscommunication. Letters become syllables, making words, forming sentences, connecting us to the pages.

This is a place to share the etchings and scribbles that have been written on my heart. ❤️

This is the beginning; ending unplanned. 

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