Charlotte Eriksson

I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.