I Make Sure To Keep A Good

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.

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.

Tess," I Say. "i'm Going To Head Down To The Water.i'll Be Back In A Minute." "you Sure You Can Make It By Yourself?" She Asks. "i'll Be Fine." I Smile. "if You See Me Floating Unconscious Out To Sea,though-by All Means,come And Get Me.

Each Day Means A New Twenty-four Hours. Each Day Means Everything's Possible Again. You Live In The Moment, You Die In The Moment, You Take It All One Day At A Time. -day

I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If I Can Ever Outrun How I Used To Be.