All a quiet Elsie wanted was time to sit idly and watch moments pass by under a tall tree or on a flower field; every day, she would ask for the sun to grant her wishes. Perhaps, with Esmeralda's kind soul, she was also granted with a summer friend who resembles a smiling daffodil.
poetry the colors i once wielded with ease, now lay forgotten in a dusty breeze. my brushes, once a conduit of expression, now sit stiff and lifeless, a sad reflection. for life has taken hold, and with it brought the challenges of adulthood, so dearly bought. yet still i yearn to paint, to let my soul soar, to create...