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“Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well anyway, and they never seemed to understand me very well either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“So for now,
I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,
And the next time I see you,
I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,
And when I fall asleep beside you
I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again,
because I don’t know if I will.
I don’t know if I will.

- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“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.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“But I was young
and didn’t know better
and someone should have told me to capture every second
every kiss & every night
Because now I’m sitting here alone and it’s getting really hard to breath because tears are growing in my throat and they want to break out, but there are people
watching
and I just want to be somewhere silent
somewhere still
But still I don’t want to be alone because I’m scared and lonely
and I don’t understand
Because I was alone my whole life
My whole life
I was so damn lonely and I was content with that
because I liked myself and my own company
and I didn’t need anyone
I thought
But then there was you .. ...

So, someone should have told me that love is for those few brave who can handle the unbearable emptiness,
the unbearable guilt and lack of oneself,
Because I lost myself to someone I love
and I might get myself back one day
but it will take time, it will take time.

This is gonna take some time.

I wish someone would have told me this.
Someone should have told me this.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn't be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to live because I was scared to die. But at the same I was so scared of living, so I wanted to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live. You don't have to be afraid to fall, when you're already on the ground. You don't have to be scared to lose someone, when there's no one around to lose.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“There are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay there with you, observing the stars, until you're ready to get back up on your feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way of saying “I'm here”.
It was a beautiful night.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I want my life to be the greatest story.
My very existence will be the greatest poem.
Watch me burn.
Love always, Charlotte”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“This is my story. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going somewhere beautiful, and I know I'm on my way...
It's been a beautiful adventure. It always will be.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“So they gave me love in form of poison and tiny little pills, programming my emotions, teaching me how to feel. To act correct and talk correct and answer without knowing the question, because that, my dear, is how you get love. Yes that, dear youth, is how you'll be loved. I tried to medicate my own fucked up little mind with chemicals and adrenaline, tasting sweeter every night, shaking louder every time. Sitting wide awake in bed until the world disappears, writing poetry to concentrate on something real while waiting for the love to arrive.
I've been looking for it night after night, waiting patiently for it to show up, maybe somewhere in between the state of awake and asleep, alive and not so alive, sober and not so sober.
(I lost track of the difference somewhere in between.)”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“So I forced myself to step out of my comfort zone and go out and connect with people. I realised that no one knew me here. I could become whoever I wanted to be for these people, and that became my courage.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“It was a very ordinary day, the day I realised that my becoming is my life and my home and that I don't have to do anything but trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the journey. It doesn't really matter who I've become by the finish line, the important things are the changes from this morning to when I fall asleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with. An hour watching the stars, a coffee in the morning with someone beautiful, intelligent conversations at 5am while sharing the last cigarette. Taking trains to nowhere, walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. Oceans and poetry.

It was all very ordinary until my identity appeared, until my body and mind became one being. The day I saw the flowers and learned how to turn my daily struggles into the most extraordinary moments. Moments worth writing about. For so long I let my life slip through my fingers, like water.
I'm holding on to it now,
and I'm not letting go.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed out my words. I want to get all fucked up and write raw and ugly about all these things I see and am and could be.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“It's about personal development. It's about creating your own character and pushing it to the limit. It's about pushing yourself so far out of your own and everybody else's idea of who you are and what you're capable of, that you no longer believe in limits. It's about reaching beyond your so-called potential, because your potential is never where you or anyone else expects it to be, not even close. It's about being able to say with the last breath of your life “I used all my potential and all my talents and pushed myself to the limit. I could not have fought any harder.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“Sometimes you have to realise that things will never change if you don’t make a change yourself, and sometimes, you need to realise that it only happened so that you could learn something.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I believe in knowing who you are but without limiting yourself to your own expectation of who you are.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“And this is what being an artist means, being a poet? To sacrifice yourself for your art, sacrifice your heart for your art, because it’s only through something broken that something beautiful can grow.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“My wish has always been to write my own story, to create a life that’s worth writing about. But is a story worth anything at all if I have no one to tell it to?”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I feel ugly” I said and you looked at me as if I spoke a different language. There are things you will never understand and if there were words to describe the rapture that takes place in my head from time to time I would put my hand in front of your eyes to protect you from all the ugliness in the world.
I kept my eyes on the streetlights outside the window and you kissed every inch of my body as if you could kiss the pain away.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“And so you live like this, day after day, striving and fighting simply to become, or even better - to be. Something better, something more. Something you can live as, live with. A little more developed, a little more define and decluttered. But then there's the people, the world, telling you over and over who you are and what you actually like and who you actually want to be, and so that real voice in your head speaks softer every day, until one day you wake up and it's gone. They killed it, these bastards, with their empty words and useless talk. These people who are acting like stones, walking without bending their knees, without rolling their feet. Talking with empty words and doing tasks without a heart. They broke it. Drowned it. These damn "experts".”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I was stressed and scared and I had to hurry to be someone, become something, do something. I was running and talking and cursed myself when I wasted my time on things that wouldn’t get me anywhere. It was work and it was money and I was never where I was, always somewhere else in my head far, far away.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I don't believe in the hero that sets out to climb a mountain and achieves it with no setbacks. I he does, he obviously didn't set his goals high enough and shouldn't even have anything to be proud of. He didn't challenge himself enough. He might have learned a thing or two, but the real lessons are taught when you're balancing on the very edge, with one foot over the cliff, everyone expecting you to fall. That's when you realise your potential. Or rather, how far away from your own potential you actually are.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I know I'm only 21 and what do I know about life and love and what really matters? But my promise to myself while writing this book was to tell my story, no one else's. To write the story of my life so that I can remember it in the way I want to remember it. To write this down in an attempt to make it better, to make my story come alive.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“I didn't do music to live; I lived so that I could do music.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“You will never see me surrender, never see me cry, but you will often see me walk away. Turn around and just leave, without looking back.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

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