Deary, the night rituals of brushing my teeth, are not done for the sake of having flawless teeth; it's my desire to bring reparation to my world of existence. When I brush my teeth, I discard every single word I've uttered for the past 24 hours. I make sure I leave nothing for tomorrow, as I never want to experience the day twice. The act of slowly rubbing each tooth, is my attempt to repair the damages of my today's attitude, yet am never able to fully achieve that or able to handicap the world from confining my essence.
Dunaluna.