I will bruise your lips
and scar your knees.
I will come quiet, but when i leave
i will destroy you in the most beautiful way.
...
She was art.
The type of art that makes you feel a thousand things at the same time.
...
I once read that the ancient Egyptians
had fifty words for sand
and that Eskimo´s had a hundred words for snow.
I wish i had a thousand words for beauty
...
Storm
I will bruise your lips
and scar your knees.
I will come quiet, but when i leave
i will destroy you in the most beautiful way.
When i´m gone you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.