Being Alive Is A Common Road. It's

Mystery: Everything Felt Better Before You Got There Than When You Actually Got There. When You Actually Got There, You Didn't Quite Have The Energy To Be There.

Getting Over What You Did To Me Is Not Why I Get Out Of Bed Anymore.

Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad Together Creates Energy.

Since There Is No Place Large Enough To Contain So Much Happiness, You Shrug, You Raise Your Hands, And It Flows Out Of You Into Everything You Touch. You Are Not Responsible. You Take No Credit, As The Night Sky Takes No Credit For The Moon, But Continues To Hold It, And Share It, And In That Way, Be Known.

Facts Interest Me Less Than The Trailing Smoke Of Stories.