• Ink from the Heart.

    We writers need not ink, nor paper, nor pen. Just our hands and our hearts. Our voices and ideas. We need only a place to paint our hearts on. Each word is ripped screaming from our bodies, nay our souls. We pour our bleeding hearts on to the blank pages of our lives. Writing in the red ink of our hearts. We speak, we write, we tear our selves open and share our inner most thoughts and feelings with the world, regardless if they are ready to hear them or not. So as I sit here writing this tribute to writers, my own heart is bleeding on the page. Making a wonderful, peaceful picture of and words. I am a writer and these are the words of my heart, splattered on the page before you.