Report, if you have a problem with this page“ ... and I realise the only way to tell the others is through the way my voice can take these broken wordsand turn it into music. Turn it into poetry.And I sing to make myself come alive, but also for you,because I’d like this to mean something.To not disappear with the dark I will enter one day and so now I will tell.If not for you, then for my own heart, because it tells me to,and I'm learning to listen. ”
Charlotte Eriksson
From : Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
