i couldn’t have coerced creativity out of myself this day no more than i could have coerced a bear to make me a felt hat.
this was the only photo i managed to muster. sitting on the patio of a cafe frequented by hipster college students and old, guitar-slinging hippies.
i was drinking homesickness, eating homesickness, seeing homesickness.
i could have been hanging out with the pope and it wouldn’t have mattered.
“you’re not my dad, go away.”
ok, i might have said that anyways…
but i missed being understood and unreserved. i missed all the insignificant things that sink silently into normal life when you’re home.
i missed my own people. my family. i needed some kreeft’s.
because the thing is, you belong to one another and when one is missing, something is missing in everyone.
i’m missing five parts. five big parts.
and i feel it. everyday. but this day, the feeling knocked out optimism and enthusiasm in one stupid swoop.