While I am focusing on language, I make great effort to find the exact words to reveal my thoughts; however, words are like transparent images. They come into my head, and they disappear in the air. They leave no trace for me to follow. When I am silent, images come to visit me and give me hints. They tell me something non-verbal, but they always find a way to realize my thoughts and ideas. They cast powerful shadow in my mind, and the shadow is left somewhere in my brain. When I need to review my memories, I pull out these film strips of images stored in my head. I am again, silenced by the pictures I see, I do not need any written or verbal description. I am there, with the images, faded in and faded out.