Toothbrush

 


There is a toothbrush in my sight. It's sleek, and it's still wet as it was used recently. I picked it up and placed it to the left side. Its slightly pink. I can't tell exactly as I am colorblind. It plays an important role in the daily life of the person it belongs to. It rarely gets any credit from them. It's only visible in the morning. What if it's just as conscious as each of us are? Just imagine it having a soul. How does it feel when it's only visible and noticeable when people need it? But it still serves a purpose, unlike some of us. What is its destiny? What happens to the brush when the person gets a new one? What happens when the person who owns it dies? Does it miss them? Someone displaced it, and I'm sure they did not even bother to ask it. How long can it endure this disrespect? Maybe it's just destiny. What bad karma could it possibly have done to deserve this? I myself can't imagine, as I barely have any empathy, not even for people, let alone a plastic object. His friend is staring at me for some reason. They both have the same name, "Colgate," but they are completely alike. One is strong and colorful; the other is simple and sweet. I tried talking to it, but it won't respond. At this point, I'm not even talking about it anymore. It would be so astonishing if for once it broke it's silence and spoke up. It's hard to believe it's made of stardust. Its a curse that it is immortal.

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