the only way to tell the others
is through the way my voice can take these broken words
and 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, Another Vagabond Lost To Love
Reblogged this on synkroniciti and commented:
This is a sentiment worth bringing back over and over again. Enjoy!