silencing the head squirrels

a Remarkable Fool's guide to insomnia

Daddy sang bass, mama sang tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singing seems to help a troubled soul
One of these days and it won't be long
I'll rejoin them in a song
I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne

Circles?

More circles.

What the hell is making these circles?

On the bike, our feet.

In my mind at four am?

Who knows?

Angry squirrels? It has to be. It couldn’t be anything but.

OUTTA MY HEAD SQUIRRELS!

What’s worse?

They’re having a party. They’re having a party with Sing along with Mitch.

Daddy sang bass, momma sang tenor.

You knows those nights - those long endless nights that extend into morning.

Those nights where one day blends into the next while you spin.

Spinning in your head, turning over ideas, thoughts and the like. The instant replays are on repeat like a record that keeps skipping.

Momma sang tenor,

Endless night circles of excitement, anxiousness or shame?

Me and little brother would join right in?

OH SHIT THOSE DANG HEAD SQUIRRELS!

A party? They’re not just havi…