Thursday, July 26, 2012

xxx

Amsterdam is beautiful the way that an old storybook is beautiful.
it is beautiful in the way of a torn tattered sweater.
It is at once believing people still need shoes of wood
and homes of cheese
whilst mistaking cannabis for joy
and sex for truth.

emptiness is with me and my heart is bare
Here,
at the end of the day
i am a train station full of shattered philosophies
an undiscovered annex of light
i am a native, a meddler, an artist
i amsterdam

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