echo (n).

bcaa6ea39540a5cdc575904a5214f8dfEvery once in a while I am struck with the possibility that I could be living a parallel life to someone else, the man beside me on the bus, the girl walking out of her apartment building over there, the couple also waiting to board the plane to go home. Maybe he knows more about the worry I feel about love, maybe she is also looking for answers about where to look next, maybe they know about the struggle of living far away. I wonder if we are meant to meet, not just the brush of our elbows on cramped transit, be friends, and help out, even with just a simple understanding nod.  

Posted on March 5, 2013 and filed under the word project-.