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Im back in Holland. It is weird, awesome, intense, and sometimes more than I can handle.
It feels like i never left.
It feels like centuries have elapsed.
And sometimes I just want to run away. And sometimes I just want to remain here and write more stories casting all these strange characters i call friends.
oooh the human warmth the hugs the smiles the lake the sand on my skin the drunkenness the plans of rooftop-camping and crepe parties, roxies vintage, a nepalese dinner and the tear of renewed friendship in my eye, toasting to dyonisus, the zoo at closing time, painted tattoos, the anger the sadness the cries because of her (again) and then forgivingness, embracing the night
and the realization that everything is smooth and dramafree and
something has changed...
*peace at last*
It feels like i never left.
It feels like centuries have elapsed.
And sometimes I just want to run away. And sometimes I just want to remain here and write more stories casting all these strange characters i call friends.
oooh the human warmth the hugs the smiles the lake the sand on my skin the drunkenness the plans of rooftop-camping and crepe parties, roxies vintage, a nepalese dinner and the tear of renewed friendship in my eye, toasting to dyonisus, the zoo at closing time, painted tattoos, the anger the sadness the cries because of her (again) and then forgivingness, embracing the night
and the realization that everything is smooth and dramafree and
something has changed...
*peace at last*