Sometimes i feel like a caretaker of a museum- a huge empty museum where no one comes, and i'm watching over it for no one but myself. 

| Reader |

Everything is strange. Life. People.

| Depressed dreamer |
 
When the flowers bloom through my bones,
And my skin becomes one with soil, 
When I am the petrichor and my being just a lingering mist, 
I swear that's when I could feel happy than I ever did...