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"I believe in writing your own story, and that's what I'm doing here. Do you wait for things to happen or do you make them happen yourself?"
Charlotte Eriksson (The Glass Child) is an author, songwriter, dreamer, and wanderer from Sweden, but is currently living somewhere by the ocean in Europe. She's published five books of prose and poetry, telling stories of growing up, searching for a home, life on the road, and learning how to bloom in solitary places.
Charlotte's books have been widely shared and embraced by like-minded communities such as To Write Love On Her Arms, The Artidote, Wordporn, and The Good Quote, wracking up hundreds of thousands of likes, shares, and comments on each post. Writings and poems from the books have been published on sites such as Thought Catalog, Rebelle Society, Bella Grace Magazine, and Open Minds Quarterly.
As a songwriter, Charlotte has produced and released 9 EPs + 4 full-length albums under the artist name The Glass Child, and she is the founder of the Artist Collective "Broken Glass Records".
You can read more about Charlotte's books and music on her website: http://www.CharlotteEriksson.com
BIBLIOGRAPHY:
- Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
- You're Doing Just Fine
- Another Vagabond Lost To Love
- Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
- He loved me some days. I'm sure he did.
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"I want to be the one you turn to for guidance and comfort. I want to create things that become a source of stability for people, some sort of home. Write books that you read until the edges are torn and songs that you listen to in your headphones on a lonely night bus, taking you somewhere far far away. I want to be so sure of my own place in the universe that no one could ever doubt me. What I’m about or what I’m here to do. I want to be a safe aura in a sea of worries and uncertainty. I want to stand for clarity where only chaos seems to grow.”
― Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
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I'm messy and I'm organized and I'm still trying to piece my own self together. I can't sleep at night because how could I close my eyes when there's a whole world out there, calling my name, waiting to be explored. I love intelligent conversations while laying on empty streets at 5am in the morning, and I love watching the sun rise over a world that is still asleep. I make mistakes and I mess up a lot, but I'm trying to learn how to be okay with that. Some days I couldn't care less about what all of you think about my art because this is my life and all I have. But then there are days when all I want is to be beautiful and good enough and someone to count on. Someone to like and love and believe in. I just really want to mean something to someone.
I believe in the future, for I have seen yesterday, and I'm still alive. I laugh a lot and I believe in the beauty in small things, like the coffee in the morning with someone you love, road-trips to nowhere and oceans. People fascinate me because I can't seem to understand them, and they rarely understand me. The way they can live and breathe and simply be, when I can't even look myself in the mirror without questioning every line. I remember every single word from conversations and I have a whole box of unsent letters to myself and every person I've ever met.
When I was 18 I moved all on my own from my home in Sweden to London to create the life I wanted to live and find the person I wanted to be. After a year in solitude with my mind and my music, I packed light and spent a year homeless on the road, dedicating my life to my art and music, determined to tell the world about it. I went everywhere and nowhere. Spent nights on the concrete, had beautiful conversations with strangers and walked foreign streets every day. I learned how to build my home in my music and my art. When I sing or write, I'm not scared anymore. I just want to mean something to someone because every person I meet mean the world to me and I just wish to belong. I just wish to be me and be loved for that. I still don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way, and I'm giving my life to this journey. I wanted to turn my life into art, my very existence into a poem. It might not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.
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