It is difficult to describe ourselves, after all we can only say our qualities, but what about our lines, how to describe them? I'm here remembering a text I read some time ago. Which says “And I am the contradiction, in every sense of the word. I desperately want to be understood, but I don't want to fit in a box. I want the ability to be vulnerable, but I never want to feel fragile...” Anyway, I want to smile and cry. I want to smell cut grass and freshly brewed coffee. Smell of rain, flower and smell of life. I want to keep keeping my brain where it is now. For it is the small daily happeni