Dear swan
I thought I had to be airy. I thought elegance was all there was to me. I thought if I bit back they'd kill me.
I'm changing.
Strangeling
"Sauvage, sad, silent,
as timid as the sylvan doe,
in her own family
she seemed a strangeling.”
Smaken av grå rök
Jag är totalt oproportionerlig, okonventionell, underlig glaserat med vita lögner och elegans. Det är som bensin, och nån gång kommer jag brinna. 
