it's one of those nights.

where sleep seems so unrealistic as i continuously sit for the fourth hour on the uneven couch in the living room of our little duplex.  i rarely notice the unbalanced ends, until someone heavier than i sits on the other end, slightly catapulting me a few millimeters into the air.   terpentine's caused this high but i'm low as it goes.  i'm trapped in a glass box of emotions and actually know what it means.  not that the saying is complicated in any way or sort, but i feel the robust pressure and countless experiences that would put anyone in that tiny six sided cube. 

i dreamt of an obese squirrel last night and when i looked out the window above the kitchen sink, two squirrels were shoving their pudgy cheeks with giant nuts and probably leaves as well.  mixed with the captivating aroma of my caramel coffee brewing the the left of my unaware and dripping wet body covered by my heavy blue towel that most likely needs to be washed, the squirrels drew me in.  i watched them gather up the only things of any value to them...preparing for the worst of times.  but they know they'll survive, everyone knows they'll get through it with ease.  

the acts have begun and are everywhere over and over again.  if you know what i mean so be it.  if not, consider yourself a lucky, ignorant one.