missing you is the very single thing that I have to endure when the sun goes down every evening, and when it rises from the horizon again the next day, the faint hope of seeing you again at some point gives me the courage to continue, to try to live better, and to become braver, but there is no sign of you, you are not here and only at some very distant future, a future that I might not be able to reach, an island which could be too far ashore, some air that I needed so badly to breathe but the lack is making me suffocating and almost exhausted, and yet, i keep on this silent wait, cos as the sun rises, another day gives one a new hope.