practical

i was staring down the pit of despair, just the other day, when i realized it probably hasn't been cleaned in quite a few days. weeks. months even. so i got my cleaning gloves, put on my wellies, got hold of my ecological cleaning fluid and down i went. scrubbing and dusting. in the pit i found: a broken chair leg stuck into my fears for the future, a gooey substance almost completely covering my inability to work out what i want, a bunch of dirty creatures gnawing at my loneliness and a big old spiderweb hiding from view my even more intricate and complex insecurities. scrubbing and dusting. i have to spend a few days down in the pit of despair in order to get it all nice and shiny. make it inhabitable again. get some order into that despair so i can safely put it in the back of my mind again.