Life as it may be ( fiction)

Like a dancing bird I danced, like a singing bird I sang,like a multicolored bird I dazzled, like a desperate bird I searched, I was all to much, I exploded even before I began, I eat too much for my very little stomach, I shined to bright for the very tiny room, I knew to much to early and it crippled me! If only I had the average, an average a very normal proportion of everything,maybe I might be....ehmmmm,   I cant really figure out the right word but it sure happens to sound like ' alive'!
         still-wall town wasn't really a populated city,I mean everybody knew everybody, to call the town urban sounds unreal and a little bit exaggerated, my mum used to be a cook, a popular one, these days they call them caterers, she did cook really nice sauced fished, chocolate pie and danm! her chicken soup gave these lovely sensational Taste  at the tip of my tongue that just doesn't die, she was all I and my sister had, all we grew to know and tolerate and maybe love, my dad on the other hand was a loser! at least he showed it in all he does, he dabbled in and out of construction jobs, never able to keep a steady job, while my mum made cool money with her cookery business it intimidated the life outta him and while I was five years old my my sister eight, he left and never came back.
        To be continued..........