walking on a line.

flattered for a while.

i don't know any words that could explain this empty feeling.

like having the same reference of something, but it was just like two parallel lines.

have a lot in common, but going nowhere.

i'm pretty sure there is a special angle in every line.

those lines will be heading somewhere.

some of them will meet.

some of them will stay together.

walk on their path.

side by side.

but won't meet.