Just finished, sweeping the floors here (no, really!), and, it amazes me, where, ALL dust came from. I mean, I keep the windows closed at all times, unless, there’s, that DRAFT that I don’t know about, that’s, somewhere, inside this apartment of ours???
Dusts, they’d, accumulated, day after day, at first, you don’t, notice them, because, they were, just too small in the amounts, but, after awhile, after days of forgetting to wipe, sweep, neglecting to give a DAMN, it all shows up, all at once!
Dusts, they, are just, too annoying, where do we have them in the first place? It’s not, as if, there’s, NOT enough for us all to handle every single day already, and yet, after a long, hard day’s worth of work, we come home to find, oh, wow, the floors are, covered in sand (who the HELL made my house into that HUGE playground sandbox anyway???), and, dusts are, flying, all over, and, it triggers, our allergic reflection, and, we’d needed to be, heavily, medicated………
these micro particles can wreak HAVOC on your life, ahhhhhhhhhhhchooooooooooooo! Not my photo still…
Dusts, I want you, ALL, OUT of my life, ‘cuz I’m tired, to cleaning EVERY single day, of having to see you all there, on this floor, these shelves, these hard-to-reach-into-places in this house of mine, and yet, you’re, there, accompanying me, every single day, and WHY is that, huh??? Don’t you know, that you’re, unwelcome here???