Something flew into my little blain this afternoon….
Why is it that when you tell a person that there are 400 billion stars in the sky ; he/she will believe you and when you tell him/her that the bench is wet and he/she has to touch it?
Life in itself is full little ironies like this.
Like how the poor men struggles for his daily sustenance; whilst some flagrantly spend tones of amount on a bag or a pair of jeans.
*Just feeling random thots and feelings coming all over me*
God I need a breakkkk…