zenprodigy

Aaarrrggghhh.

Stress…

Exams…

Summative 1… AIR… CPR practical…

Stupid cough… stupid flu…

Maggots… Darn those bloody maggots….

Not feeling well…

TIred…

Need… sleeeeep….

Die maggots… dieee….

Black fungus grows on my head.

My face is round and fat.

I have droopy eyes.

I eat non stop, day and night.

I sleep only in the day.

My brother is a stick.

My other brother is a monkey.

My job is to swallow pages of books and digest them.

I am big and fat and lazy.

And ugly too.

What am I?

Lil birdie dreamt of flying high up in the sky.

It was the one and only thing that mattered to him so so much and it was something that he wanted so so badly.

The feeling of being up there, the freedom, the serenity of it, the radiance, it’s like bird and sky become one, just like how fishes are suppose to be in seas and worms are suppose to be in the earth.

He was promised to be given the sky for one day.

Only one day, where he would be able to fly and fly and fly to his heart’s content on his own with absolutely nothing coming in the way.

When the time came, he flew up in the sky and there were already several thousand other birdies flying in the sky.

One of them told him, "Only special birdies are allowed to fly in the sky. You are not special enough for that matter."

Devastated. Crestfallen. Dejected.

Lil birdie sat in his nest and cried and cried and cried.

FInally, after 7 days and 7 nights of non stop flowing tears, he drowned to death.