Cleanliness

Days and weeks go by from something that was once clean turns into a mess of neglect.

All of that movement builds up a blanket of dust on to the places we forgo our attention.

It grows like facial hair. Forever doomed by the growth of dirt. It looks so ugly on purpose.

It howls “clean me!” as we drift by it. Ignorant of it’s dusty dance mimicking our movement.

Blowing it away won’t clean it. Absorbing it will only spread it. Accumulate it before it escalates.

It’s stop and go. Dust till dawn.