The Pursuit of Happiness.

Alaska

And it came to me then That every plan Is a tiny prayer to father time As I stared at my shoes In the ICU That reeked of piss and 409 And I rationed my breaths As I said to myself That I'd already taken too much today As each descending peak On the LCD Took you a little farther away from me Away from me Amongst the vending machines And year old magazines In a place where we only say goodbye It sung like a violent wind That our memories depend On a faulty camera in our minds And I knew that you were truth I would rather loose Than to have never lain beside at all And I looked around At all the eyes on the ground As the TV entertained itself Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room Just nervous paces bracing for bad news And then the nurse comes round And everyone lifts their head But I'm thinking of what Sarah said That love is watching someone die So who's gonna watch you die

Allow me my soul somehow, yet love me.

Next step

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest - thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.