sweeping....swish...swish....swish.....long day....deep breath...dust....cough.
swish....swish...swish...there's no air moving...so the dust just stands...clouding the hall...clouding the lungs.
I don't mind.  It's quiet. the hallway...my mind...the first time all day.  I like sweeping...the floor was dirty...mud, rocks...now it's clean. I did that. I made it clean. 

all day... death...decay...murder...bombs...politics.  it's gone now....the floor is clean. maybe today...i might get some sleep. I swept the floor. it's clean.  The one thing most people hate...it would drive them insane is the one thing that keeps me sane.  I like to clean.  I can see the result.  I did that.

death....deacay...murder...bombs....politics.  They'll track it back in... the mud that is.  Sweeping the floor is kinda pointless.  But, I don't care.  I'll sweep again.  I'll sweep the floor, make it clean again.  If that's what it takes...to make me sane again.  To keep me here...in this world...if i slip into mine...death, decay, murder, bombs, politics....i know I would end.

I'll sleep today. in this world...not in my mind.