I feel like a dwindled book, rare engravings worn away by time.
Many of us have an old soul, an ancient consciousness that surpasses the present concerns of the world.
We feel out of sync with the world which moving at a rapid pace.
You feel like a black sheep and left out by the crowd. Sometimes being an oddity takes a toll on your mental and emotional health. Yet being a flower of unique fragrance has its own essence. Though the calendar is full but the future is blank, that’s how I feel about the bleakness of our life sometimes.
Chords in the circle of life 