Charlotte Colvin

Biography

Finding some sort of outlet

Samples

This one I wrote whilst listening to Bonobo: Migration. The low repetitive hum of the right wheel rolling over the white lane lines, lulls me into a half sleep. Your face appears in front of me, etched into the night sky. I wonder where you are now, hours, days, weeks, months and still you haunt me. Always by my side, never letting me inhale a whole breath. A thorn in my side, an internal haemorrhage which won't clot. You drain everything from me The car speeds down the motorway, the strips of light rolling off it's smooth metallic body beam by beam. My lips still feel swollen from the kiss we never had My skin aches for your touch it never felt Do you think of me? Do you remember me like I remember you? Or am I just a face in a crowd and a name in a group?

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Blog entries by Charlotte Colvin

To My friend (13/02/2018)

The room at the back of my brain (02/02/2018)

Nothing (13/12/2017)

Written to George Fitzgerald Boxed In (06/12/2017)

Listening to Airship: This is hell (26/07/2017)

Written whilst listening to Sam Smith: I'm not the only one (24/07/2017)

Written whilst listening to Solange: Don't touch my hair (24/07/2017)

Written whilst listening to Ghost Poet: Dial Tones (24/07/2017)

Written whilst listening to Incubus: Wish you were here (21/07/2017)

Written whilst listening to Placebo Ask for answers (17/07/2017)

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