How do we take words -one of the crucial codes of interacting with others- the invisible existence, the soundings, so often unreserved that they may be heard as necessary toxin. How do we accept the field named ambiguity, where other's hurl their responses, retorts and remarks-.  How do we swallow the bitter ripples that a thrown stone causes in our wells-. How do we withstand the injured body from the bullet left under the skin-.  And how long do we have to pretend there is no pain- until the wound heals over in time and becomes a scar-. The mouth, the mouth that brings us to a gate of thoughts, is the muzzle of a cold metal gun, and the tongue is the trigger that expels the bullet. When the bullets leave the body and penetrate the target, water in the receiver's inner world stains, a metaphor for the forceful character of words and our aggressive way of communicating.  However, i believe, the contamination of the water depends on the receiver's way of taking words as bullets or as pearls.  We can willingly name ourselves as victim through the wall of negativity and hardening of life, however, culturing bullets into pearls and purifying the water back to what it was, is never an impossibility.