She's an oc from a different story that I'm writing. She's probably my favorite character in it so far. Although, I might change her name to something else.

I don't really wear clothes well

not in a stylish manner

that is

I may wear the unseen better

but that dosent show

in the shop mirror

I may try to wear both well

one perhaps indifferent

Especially those of you with the darkest of secrets, or those of you who exercise a dangerous amount of risk and have no concern of safety.

The birds know things. Go to them, give them something useful. A paper cup of red wine, coins, food, general shiny things are good for ordinary secrets.

If you wish to twist fate, bring them a flowering/fruiting plant watered only with dewdrops harvested from your garden’s grass on a full or new moon at midnight. You’ll be in their favour for the rest of your life.

The birds appreciate the sentiment behind blood sacrifices, but they dislike actual blood sacrifices. Go ahead, but you won’t be in the bird’s favour and some of them may attack you. To fix this, give your praise to the birds and pray.

The birds don’t care about your motives unless the Gods do. If they refuse to give you what you asked for and take your offering, it is not for them. Don’t ask about it again. Become a member of your chosen belief and pray for the rest of your life.

If they refuse to take your offering, you are Lucky. you were Saved. Kindly thank the birds and bring them something sweet to eat. They like fruits.

If there are no birds, there’s nothing you can do. Contact a lawyer once you’ve died.

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The birds can give you lots of secrets. From “What is [person’s full name] doing at [time/place] [optional: place]” to “How do I kill a God,” they are not trustworthy individually, and they know lots about you already.

An if I wake up,

Wake up from this perfect dream.

There might not be a tomorrow,

For the lithium has begun to fade.

You surrendered,

an I gave my all,

for the chance to live again.

I gave up the fear.

An they will never know,

As we make it through,

I gave you all my dreams,

The tens of thousands that exist.

We are the reason I go on,

It’s the truth that I live with,

In love again and again.

I can no longer reach to complete the existent triangle, I have to let go and surrender.

I have to swallow my pride and admit to the end,

Submit to the end.

Close to my chest,

Arms a pillow

under my head,

I mimic the time

I was in my mother's womb

My skin not clothed

By the symbols of

This living world,

And let sleep silence

The bond with life

Till I wake and join

The twirl once more.