Those thrushes.

"You’ll never believe what you’ve fallen into. Until, somebody trashes you with a bucket of water and wakes you up from your dream excursions. But, I believe in anything. I believe in myself. But then, I have no idea the exact reason why I fell for you. The feelings rushes into your blood stream, as if it meant to be there. I meant to love you without exact reasons. Awkward.. I know. These feelings couldn’t be arranged into letters, words nor drawings. I’m sorry for having no answers to your questions. I don’t know why I’m not able to answer these simple yet hard questions.

For the first time, I AM COMPLETELY SPEECHLESS.

- The Skint's Epic