When Had Eden Grown Up? I Feel

Without Emotion, What's The Point Of Being Human?

I'd Once Been Fascinated By His Legend - All The Stories I'd Heard Before I Met Him. Now I Can Feel That Same Sense Of Fascination Returning. I Picture His Face, So Beautiful Even After Pain And Torture And Grief, His Blue Eyes Bright And Sincere. I'm Ashamed To Admit That I Enjoyed My Brief Time With Him In His Prison Cell. His Voice Can Make Me Forget About All The Details Running Through My Mind, Bringing With It Emotions Of Desire, Or Fear Instead, Sometimes Even Anger, But Always Triggering Something. Something That Wasn't There Before.

My Mother Used To Hope That I Would Rise Up From My Humble Roots. Become Someone Sucessful, Or Even Famous. I'm Famous All Right, But I Don't Think It's What She Had In Mind.

Love Is Illogical, Love Had Consequences--i Did This To Myself, And I Should Be Able To Take It.

Sometimes, The Sun Sets Earlier. Days Don’t Last Forever, You Know. But I’ll Fight As Hard As I Can. I Can Promise You That.