The Ramblings of a Divided Mind

Hands raw, skin raw,

Pain from cleaning,

Scrubbing everything away.

But it's also important in connecting with strangers.

Today I was going somewhere I've been before on public transport which I haven't done before and a guy who chatted with me about my fan was going to the same place. He helped me know where to get off the bus and where to go from there, then we stuck together until he found his friends.

Heck I even got him into the quieter areas for free in the end cause I had membership and can apparently bring kids in with me because of it. Didn't know that before cause I rarely take kids anywhere.

He was half my age. We both joked that I'd temporarily adopted him but he helped me as much as the reverse. Neither of us had guessed the others age right on looks alone.

So yes, having friends with people who are in different age groups is good, but so is being able to figure out which strangers are likely safe even if they're a different age to you. He figured it out because I had a pride flag. I simply trusted someone to be friendly.

The kitchen is full of flies,

And a weird scent permeates.

I've always called it a death trap

Somehow I think that's forgotten

Part of background noise.

Why would I want to cook in there?

I do the dishes in the bath,

Escape the scent despite the math

Which says that it comes from them.

I know that I could do more

But hell awaits upon that floor.

In every room I have no trust

For blades hidden as if they must

Remind me of those old attacks

Yet I'm questioned over keeping back?

Nothing is placed, only dumped,

Left to kill if distraction takes

All the things those piles make.

Still the kitchen is full of smells and flies

Let's poison the world.

All this talk of cleanliness,

Of keeping things clean, pure,

It's poison to the mind,

And poison to the world.

You don't bleach with bare hands,

Don't touch strong cleaning chemicals,

So Why act like it's harmless

We could brush a hundred times,

More the oil from skull to kip

To keep our hair looking trim.

We could take all that time

For other things or resting,

So shampoo was created.

Clean hair easily, even if it's dry.

I can wipe clean a mug,

Brush off a surface,

Clean anything with wipes

To varying degrees of success,

So why am I cleaning up cat sick?

Why again does the window sill need wiping?

Of course there's plenty to wipe,

From body to the surfaces of home,

But cat sick isn't necessary.

Still I'll clean it up again,

Wipe that windowsill down once more,

Hoping this time he's well for sure.

I know I'll wipe the sick up again

The world is bacteria.

It's life however it grows,

But that growth started small,

Small as a cell, as bacteria,

Yet we still try to kill it,

Decide bacteria are good or bad

Healthy or deadly according to us.

How human-centred we are,

How negligent to other lives.

The world is bacteria.

Just because we're made of many kinds

Rub and rub,

Scrub away,

Make it shine as bright as day,

Polish all the dirt till it's gone,

What do you mean?

The colour is wrong.

Metals oxidise over time

So we polish to keep the shine,

To keep the silver looking so

And other metals gleaming too.

Rub and rub at the forks,

Scrub away at metal vases,

Polish all the things around