I created something, a character of sort, but she seemed as real as me and maybe I tried to become like her. Maybe I wanted to be like her. Maybe I tried to live up to the image I drew, the pure unworldly consciousness of ”The Glass Child”. Maybe it was a dream. Someone I aspired to be seen as. Someone I turned to for guidance. ”What would The Glass Child do”. Maybe it was a cape. A costume of magical colors I could hide my shattered identity under, so as not to feel so detached. To not have to explain myself. Who’s Charlotte? Who cares, this is ”The Glass Child”. I felt no responsibility because The Glass Child didn’t have to answer. She just did. Half alive. Half person, half fiction. She thought and felt and wrote and sang but did not live.

Maybe it was everything I could never be. Maybe it was everything I ever could be.

MUSIC USED IN THIS EPISODE:

- Snowfall by Idealism: https://soundcloud.com/chillhopdotcom

- Sappheiros: https://soundcloud.com/sappheirosmusic

- Time, It Goes by The Glass Child (moi)