It's different.
This place is different.
Its people are different.
The air is different.
It's all so different.
The contrast pulls you in. The people pull you in. The sense of anonymity, not being immediately recognized is attractive, alluring and just pulls you right in.
Amsterdam is just a place; the people are just that - people. The conversations are just that - conversations. There are no underlying tones of anything else, no subliminal. What you see and hear, is what you get. It's a beautiful contradiction and contrast to what's its famously known for. The regulars are not bothered by any of it, because its reputation means no one else goes there, no one else sits there. They have that place to themselves, and you can see the contentment in their eyes when they come after a long brutal day of lessons. I've likened it to a husband getting home after a long day of work. The big sigh of relief, the relaxing of the shoulders, the dissipation of all the pent-up frustration and stress. All of that because of one place; Amsterdam, the hub of the stoners and the smokers. I never would have associated drugs with beauty ever, till I sat and just observed, watched and slowly blended in and became one of them. The place grew on me and every time I pass it by, my heart fills with nostalgia and gratitude that I was able to experience such beauty in the middle of destruction. I wrote some of my best pieces on that bench. Amsterdam became a beautiful mess I learned to appreciate. It became more than than just a lung-cancer inducing hotspot. It became a haven for the rejects, the unpure. I think of them everyday. I hope they get to experience a slice of heaven in the craziness called this life....
Amsterdam, You are more than meets the eye...
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RandomHiya my lovelies! 🌸 First things first : ❗THIS IS NOT A NOVEL ❗ There are no characters, no plots, etc. This is a personal collection of daily/weekly/monthly thoughts put together to try and make sense of it, put a name to it in a way. This is m...
