If the dirt stays hidden,
Cached between cushions, behind book cases, and under furniture,
You will never think to clean it.
It will just stay there
And collect more dirt
And maybe become home to maggots and vermin
And get grosser
By the day,
By the minute,
By the second.
Just nasty.
Just… ew.
But if you pull the ottoman away from its usual spot,
You will give light to the dirt
So it can be noticed
And appreciated
And (maybe) forgiven
And perhaps swept the fuck up
And thrown away.
You wouldn’t have been able to do any of that
If you hadn’t pushed that glorified stool out of the way
In the first place
To bring the dirt to light
Or light to the dirt,
Either/Or.
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❤👽
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*** You’re a neat freak, and it shows, Sweet Cheeks. ***
*** I most definitely am. I don’t allow much dirt to remain uncleaned unless I don’t know it’s there, and need other eyes to see it. ***
Loved this one….beautiful metaphor
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Thank you. ❤ It isn’t the freshest metaphor (🤣), but it is the most appropriate for the occasion.
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True…the metaphor is old…but the way you’ve expressed it…the swirl…I loved it 😉❤️
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Lol! Why thank you!
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You’re welcome….”You wouldn’t have been able to do any of that If you hadn’t pushed that glorified stool out of the way In the first place To bring the dirt to light Or light to the dirt, Either/Or.”….”to bring dirt to light Or light to the dirt”…. it’s quite deep when I read this while my heel are grounded on the hill so steep…so now you know 😉
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