“It happens in every relationship. Eventually somebody betrays somebody else. Either in a big way or in a million little ones. It’s just the nature of it.” ~The Women

“This is the one.” The universe assures me from behind the counter.

“But I thought you said the last one was the one.” I reply.

“No.” Says the universe. “I sold you that one so you would know that this, this is the one.”

“Is there another one?” I ask the universe.

“I can’t tell you.” They reply. “It’d ruin the surprise.” ~I Wrote This For You

“Dear Diary,
Today I let the mask slip just a little and all the villains come flooding in. While I don’t expect you, as a book filled with lines, to understand my predicament, understand that I will be home late tonight. There will be blood on my costume. And the dishes will have to wait.” ~I Wrote This For You

“There is magic even here, in gridlock, in loneliness, in too much work, in late nights gone on too long, in shopping trolleys with broken wheels, in boredom, in tax returns, the same magic that made a man write about a princess that slept until she was kissed, long golden hair draped over a balcony and fingers pricked with needles. There is magic even here, in potholes along back-country roads, in not having the right change (you pat your pockets), arriving late and missing the last train home, the same magic that caused a woman in France to think that God spoke to her, that made another sit down at the front of a bus and refuse to move, that lead a man to think that maybe the world wasn’t flat and the moon could be walked upon by human feet. There is magic. Even here. In office cubicles.”