Intersecting lines… They say they meet only once, never to meet again… What a tragedy… but aren’t we all just mere scribbled lines? aren’t we all just wandering souls, and as they say, “All those who wander are not lost” And while so lost, I think… What if… what If… I bend a little, Small sacrifice here and there… Give an year or ten of my life… But from all these bending twisting wandering… Will our lines intersect again?