I Want A Simple, Ordinary Life .

If The Butterfly Wings Its Way To The Sweet Light That Attracts It, It's Only Because It Doesn't Know That The Fire Can Consume It.

I Was Planning On Starting A New File On My Computer With The Title "phrases That Sound One Way To Witches But Mean Something Else To Vampires.

I Saw The Logic That They Used, And The Death Of A Thousand Cuts As Experimental Scientists Slowly Chipped Away At The Belief That The World Was An Inexplicably Powerful, Magical Place. Ultimately They Failed, Though. The Magic Never Really Went Away. It Waited, Quietly, For People To Return To It When They Found The Science Wanting.

That Evening, Rowing On The Quiet River As Sunset Turned To Dusk, I Saw An Occasional Smoky Smudge On The Towpath, Always Slightly Ahead Of Me, Like A Dark Star Guiding Me Home.

She Was Like A Camera That Had Been Chronically Out Of Focus Until Someone Came By And Twisted The Lenses Into Alignment.