I find myself in these coffee cups, in these cold afternoon, in these old songs that make me feel so comfortable , i find myself in these mess that actually never describe me so well. I also find myself in these loneliness, in this sadness, in this happiness, in this love for simple things, the love for the complication. And suddenly i found out, that i’m this, i’m all, that good feelings, the bad ones, the depression, the happiness, the mess, the clean, the black and the pale. I am all.