THE GLASS CHILD

CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON

 

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      • Dec 24, 2020

    Writing from The Road

    It's nights like these I feel like a kite. On the run from something I can't remember, but still I keep on running, just in case.

    They had a room with broken windows. “Out of order,” they told me, then I got it for half the price.


    I recall a long sequence of slowly getting closer. Your hands a bit less shy every time. You were scared and unsure and I enjoyed the simple pleasure of watching you figure it all out. I lost the value back then and things like forever don't mean a thing unless you're tied to chains.

    Tell me what you want and I'll show you who you are.

    The streets were empty as I made my way to the room with broken windows. Only a lonely bartender closing the town, picking up pieces of a youth who never cared to settle. He threw me a glance and a nod, like a small sign of saying “we’re in the same boat,” staying afloat while others pass by, and it was nice. A small gesture to throw some comfort. And now I lie on my back in another temporary bed, hearing sounds from another city through a broken window. I'm recalling words and names, touches slipped like razors on my skin, and they will forever soar. They say you don't know what you’ve got until it's gone, and it might just be the loneliness, eating my insides from afar,

    but I will never love you as much as I do when you're gone.

    You will never love me as much as you do

    when I'm gone.

    I never know what I have

    until it's gone.



    // from my book Another Vagabond Lost To Love

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      5am
      again,
      drunk on someone else’s love,
      or couch,
      and I’ve never felt more at home.

      ​

      I fled myself,
      from the life I’ve built
      because I’ve been inhabiting routines I don’t want to stand for.

      Inhabiting skin I’d rather shed
      but still took on
      like a soldier serving his country,
      for that’s what they told me to do.
      But I was not
      strong
      or wise,
      but young and foolish,
      for what is this thing? Trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance,

      and I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
      with clean blood
      and organised drawers.
      I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
      at night when no one else is alive,
      or awake,
      however you choose to see it,
      and I live in my own flames.
      Sometimes burning too bright and too wild
      to make things last 
      or handle
      myself or anyone else
      and so I run.
      Run run run,
      far and wide
      until my bones ache and lungs split
      and it feels good.
      Hear that, people? It feels good,
      because I am the slave and ruler of my own body
      and I wish to do with it exactly as I please,
      and living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times,

      because I never volunteered to take this on.

      The daily sacrifice of heart over mind,
      the forever on going task of explaining this and that,
      and why I don’t want to look like this and
      be like that
      but still here I am and if this is the body I’ve been given I’m sure as hell gonna make it work.
      If this is the place I’ve been given, I’m sure as hell gonna make this work.

      ​

      So I fled the me that was never really me and I’m on my way. To newer lands and uncleaned streets
      for I’ve had enough of childish safety in comfort.
      Enough of all telling me to look and do, like this and that,

      and I never meant to please anyone but myself
      and you can call me selfish,
      throw words like knives in the dark but I will not listen,
      for not listening to sharp words brought me to where I am today
      and I believe in the path I’ve been given. If my only task in this life is to walk it,
      I surely will walk it
      prouder than anyone else.

      ​

      If this is the path I’ve been given, I will walk it
      prouder than anyone else,
      for no one else can.

      ​

      // from my book You’re Doing Just Fine ☾

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