Jonna

 

He is writing things...

Swedish Kisses

Heading for my home my sin was not getting home but having arrive to a stranger's home.

I painted my own life somewhere on the walls.

Someday someone will paint over my painting.

Other will come to break the walls.

Tomorrow we´ll meet there. Bring all your sins with you. We can create and make art from it. 

Wearing your temptations you wear your sins .

Wear the sins with you tomorrow.