A Little Friend

A few hours ago, When I was browsing through the net, there was a little friend beside me.. It flew its way into our home , flying franctically the length of our Hall,, sometimes perching on the fans, or at the framed figure of Jesus Christ. It was wildly frantic then, its beak kept wide opened through out its flight.. My dad showed him to me, and I was happy to see him,, When I came back some time after I saw him seated on the beam, looking quite relaxed,, I loved the bird,, some time later I saw the bird in pieces on the floor, caught in the whirling flaps of the fan,, and I cursed myself, I cursed my fate to see that,, I hated myself,, 6.5 billion people, a thousand billion stars and countless galaxies, unviverse flooded with life,, Amidst that me and the tiny life of the tiny bird, insignificant beyond comparison,, but yet I cling to My Life, What happened in My Life.. Its pretty absurd.. Then I slept to wipe away the memory, and on waking up I didnt know what to do,, I wanted to live as normal, I wanted to quit being sad, I stuffed myself with chocolates my mom bought me, and I convinced myself what is gone is gone, you better be normal, you better be like others,, I pity myself...