When you see something pretty what can you do you but look.

Written by Elana Zablocki.

This is a place I wish were real, and even though it’s not, I still like thinking that it does exist somewhere.

Poem.

A song I just wrote inspired by my oldest son who has become a man over the past year or so. As old as he gets and my other kids, they will always be my babies.

My purpose is to hold you whenver you need. Written as a poem soon to be a song.

You can be trusted.

So much devastation with the earthquakes, fires, tornadoes, hurricanes. When will it end?

I hate being a sixteen year old girl! It makes me so frustrated. There is always something new!

Short story I had to write based off a provided picture.