Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNToday, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe way she danced through life was poetry.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAll my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWith each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNA lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe all need more solitude sundays.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI fell in love with the way you wanted more.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNLet’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt takes effort to make it to forever.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIn her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN