Ink

Using a typewriter to journal just seems so natural to me. The hum of the gears and the stroke of each key make it impossible to concentrate on anything but the moment. I’m no writer. I’ve always used a journal to speak from my heart. I imagine that my words fall on the ears of a lover in the unseen realm of heaven. A lover who understands who I am and thinks I am breathtakingly beautiful. A lover who delights in every word.