Why ?

Sometimes I wonder why; 
why out of everything on this Earth, I was born a human. 
Why couldn't I have become. Bird ? I would obtain the ability to fly as far away from here as I wished. To be living amongst the clouds by day, the stars and moon by night ... That is my dream come true. I just want a break from all these little things that make up this big thing we call life. I want to be able to spread my wings and just leave whenever the hell I feel like it. To just go until I can't go anymore, because nothing can weigh me down. Nothing can stop me from flying amongst the stars. That is the person I intend to become. I want my mind to stop burning with impossible questions that can only be answered by ones on belief. I can feel my heart sinking as she devours my thoughts and plants her own seeds in place of them. Why couldn't I have been created into some random object ? Something with no heart, no soul, no feelings. Why was I called upon to live life when I'm already dead ?
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