"And I kept her in my cage, and I fed her every day.
I said, Little bird, if you watch me, I'll show you the way.
I'll teach you how to fly so high, I'll teach you how to sing.
But if you want to be like me I've got to clip your wings."
Heard through the grapevine a low-rank angel can put padlock on Lytta's chamber door, a young priest can hear talks inside her head, and a demigod bartender can complain she drinks too much wine.
But no-one has yet said she is a lunatic.
Lacking the audacity is a great insult.
Well now, you may wonder, why am I alternating between speaking to you in second person and third person perspective?
Oh yes, certainly you may ponder.
Whilst I go about things my way, yes?
“Tell me, what is it you truly desire?"
"Rome ne s'est pas faite en un jour” goes side by side with “neither were the Mayans’ hieroglyphics”.
Take it from me, when something seems too good to be true, it usually is.
My smile is a worthy violet shade and soft like that of butter, one of want to engage.