late sleeping utopian

i eat her lies primarily because they taste good.

picked my son up from school today, went to see the new miyazaki film with him, ate hella snacks, came home and made dinner. some nights, when i have work to do, i'll ask him if he wants to sleep at soulfolks wit me so i can get some stuff done. he never says no. i inflate the air mattress for us, i make the bed, we go through his routine, before i know it my ears are filled with the soft white noise of his slumber. i sit now in the room adjacent, door cracked, listening to mixes of my next project. i used to sit in a dorm room and do this exact thing. 12 years dragged on and it also blinked passed. i pursued my dreams for all of my 20s but i lacked the courage to do it recklessly. i was intuitive but also studied and more than anything i lacked the nerve to go alone. my 30s have been a dramatic shift. i rule from my heart now. i react with my gut. i let my mind wander only in the morning. i execute calmly. i prefer to go it alone. except when i can have the excellent company of my children. i do prefer that most of all.

OLD MAN