Ink & Soul

Some people speak their truth out loud. I write mine in ink.

There’s something about a blank page that listens better than the world ever could. It doesn’t judge, doesn’t interrupt it just waits. And so, I fill it with the things I can’t say out loud. My joys, my fears, the moments that broke me, and the ones that put me back together. Each word, each line, is a piece of me sometimes messy, sometimes clear, but always real.

There are days when my ink runs heavy, spilling sadness and longing, the weight of things I wish had turned out differently. And then there are moments when my words feel lighter, almost like laughter on the page, filled with hope, love, and dreams that don’t seem so far away.

I guess that’s the thing about writing it’s not just about putting words on paper. It’s about putting pieces of your soul out there, hoping that someone, somewhere, will pick them up and say, “I feel this too.”

And maybe that’s all we really want to be seen, to be heard, to know that our story, however imperfect, means something.

Thank you for reading! Lets read to lead..