No, don’t stop. You always said you liked to watch me work, said you didn’t mind me piling up my words along the walls of every room. Then something changed, the spell broke. All of a sudden my words of blue didn’t go together with your mood. You said they were doomed, you threw them away and, may I say, I now see it was my luckiest day. No, I no longer care if my blue will match your hue and, oh, dare I say, I honestly thank you for throwing me away because, finally, I saw a new door.