Amie - Damien Rice

An observation:

I love Victoria so much it feels as though my ribcage will implode. Breathing is difficult, and each breath only makes the next more difficult.

This is remarkably similar to the crushing depression which dogged my spirit for so many years. Then, my breaths felt like existing. Now, they feel like dying.

Dying because I don't know how to bear this much beauty and still remain human. My eyes will pop like grapes and run down my cheeks. My eardrums will swell until they break their delicate frames. My nose will turn as big and red as a clown's. My lips will overflow their banks and flood my neck and chin with red wine. My hands will dissolve into a mist too fine to see. My heart will explode like an overripe grapefruit struck by a baseball bat.

Then I will fold in on myself, becoming smaller and smaller beneath the pressure of it all until I'm nothing more than a marble of pure devotion for her to carry in her pocket.