December 14th, 2009. Posted by: 2wentyWon

I woke up real late this morning without a functioning brain. I turned on some Bjork and just sat in my room zoned out. Outside of my second story window a squirrel playing in a tree caught my attention. For the next hour I watched it scurry around the branches without a care in the world and no responsibilities all to a soundtrack of Homogenic.

He already had his food stored up for the spring, so that was not a burden. It’s not mating season, so that was not a burden. He had a daily 24 hours of freedom; this was a burden. If only I could live as care free as the squirrel. No school, no jobs, no females. Just me, my mind, and time.

It all ended when 5 black birds swooped in and attacked the squirrel. Why? Revelation. From high on a branch it fell about 30 feet to the ground. It didn’t move.

I looked back up to the tree. It’s as if the squirrel was never there.

“I’ll be brand new, brand new tomorrow. A little bit tired, but brand new”