She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNShe loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThere’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSummer left me like an almost lover.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNDon’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAugust died but summer lived on with your kiss.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIf I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe all need more solitude sundays.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWith each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt takes effort to make it to forever.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAll my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN