I’ve been told once that we only write words if we want to be able to refer to them back. That when we wish the words to fade quickly, we do not trust them to the stones of reference…there are so many thoughts that never find their way out of the mind…yet there are equally many other words that may dance around the same issue without touching it…we are not always honest with ourselves. We want our words to be better then we are at the time we spoke them. Even if the words are of the color blue. I can say in my diary words I never used in face-to-face. I can think inside my mind thoughts I never let out even when I’m alone in a dark room…words that have been pushed out will always be the cream of all what was whisked in a mixer. There is always a sediment left on the bottom…the cream we give to others, the rest – left for the chef to lick off the walls. Which one gets sick quicker?