Another Vagabond Lost To Love

"Like a modern day vagabonding beat poet, the possible love-child of Patti Smith and Charles Bukowski - Eriksson is a rare soul in today's society. Carefully balancing between wanting to defy the world, and wanting nothing more than to be a part of it."

A young writer's search for a place called home, what it means to be an artist, and finding peace with a restless heart.

The journals and poetry explore a dreamer's fate of leaving and arriving, love and loss, and learning to go on on your own. It captures the city of Berlin, where I somehow ended up. The broken concrete, conversations with strangers, small moments of ache or clarity.

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6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don't know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.

4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still don't know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn't recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don't know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafs with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there's no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.

There is no right way to do this.
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Another Vagabond Lost To Love is Charlotte Eriksson's second book, published by Broken Glass Records.