Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet.
And I am you and what I see is me.(Echoes by Pink Floyd)
Lost in the highways of life, lonely in our driver’s seat,
what we want and what we get, will never meet
but somehow we have to get to the meeting point.
And maybe you won’t be there, but you’ll always be with me
For Malin and her beautiful blog