Awake

6:04am. Home.

Been up since 3 something. As usual. Except usually I fall asleep somewhere around 5. Not this morning. My son on my mind. In love whith the young man he has grown to be. Knowing he needs to breathe and express himself creatively. His whole creative self. Not like become an artist. No, like write and speak and watch movies and do Kung Fu kicks with no limitations.