To tell the truth - blank... Everythng and everywhere. My stupid brain doesn't see the purpose in changes without reaching you eventually. My heart doesn't see the purpose in breathing when there is no way to breathe in and breathe out together with your one. My whole body doesn't want to move cause despite I move - every each movement doesn't bring me closer to you. The only tiny and weak thing in me - my hope - does act, thanks to it I think, breathe and move - waiting for you to come back. Once you'll be here for me - that's for sure. You'll be. And I'll rejoice and celebrate. I love you.