elise.writer

I see the sky
The puffy clouds of rounded layers and layers of white
And a bit of gray that at first took the shape of a
Running goat before slowly sliding into a classic throne
And a crown that tops the sky before my own eyes

We popped open the trunk and inhaled
The classic dank smell of the old car.
We sat on its edge and grinned and pointed
Like they do in the movies.
We awaited the brewing storm,
Already wet from the sprinkles.

I love to write (obviously) and I am currently writing a sort of dystopian novel, and I have been looking for a program to design my characters photorealistically for a years. I finally found one, and these are some of my latest designs!

Nestled in forest
Find our treehouse
Spring freshly awoke
Newborn flowers woven
Into the vines of the wreath
Whereby sat a little plump nest
Whereby sat four plump blue eggs
With tender hands we moved the wreath

When the puffy dandelion is at its ripest, I pluck it from the grass.
But I rarely make a wish, because
what if my wish was wrong?
There are so many things I wish, that even if each fleck of white could represent one

"May you live every day of your life"
-Jonathan Swift

The quote was embossed in fat gold letters on the flimsy scrap of cardboard that my bicycle necklace was latched to.

"May you live every day of your life?"