and i lie in bed..dreading the prospect of getting up
and i listen to imogen heap on repeat, because it reminds me of rain on a tin roof
and this rain drums away, creating an atmosphere of calm
and i close my eyes and i breathe

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies?

so i breathe in, and then out, and then in again, and the song finishes, and the sound of silence is suddenly so apparent.