houseboats and bicycles

If I were forced to sum up Amsterdam in two nouns: houseboats and bicycles.

Somewhere between Amsterdam and London I caught a cold. I'm not feeling up to a full post even though I have a million things to say about Amsterdam, food, superfoods, my internship, short hair woes, and life in general. If you've left me a comment in the past week please know that I adore you and the comment and will reply when I'm less sniffly and lame-feeling.

no rest for the wicked

why am i awake
at this hour meant for sleep?
darkness all around.

my three pillows
call to me, they ask me why
they are all alone.

my bed is empty;
without you there is no sleep
and no chance to dream.

(via tumblr)