Making it right will be like gathering every feather (or spoken word) set free from its place (namely, the mouth) & carried off by the wind (ear after ear) in every possible direction height & depth (spread person to person) since the day of initial escape. Imagine if you will how fast & far feathers can be carried off by the wind over the span of a week, month, years. Making it right definitely requires cleaning things up. Some things can’t be cleaned up, stuck forever in spaces they never should have been sent to nor reached in the first place. If you find yourself mad bitter and/or rageful because you’ve made a mess, you just messy. Like glitter, all over, where it ain’t supposed to be.