What A Joke! Poor Little

June Has Never Looked More Beautiful Than She Does Now, Unadorned And Honest, Vulnerable Yet Invincible.

There's A Conflicted Look In Day's Eyes, A Joy And A Grief, That Makes Him So Vulnerable. I Realize How Little Defense He Has Against My Words. He Loves So Wholly. It Is His Nature.

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

Fantasy And Science Fiction Are Where My Brain Lives.

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.