[R] Fireflies - Owl City

And so once again, that which dares trouble my heart and spirit has grasped unto my body, wrecking it as it pleases. Why, why oh why must maladies of the soul be so pervasive in this fragile existence? Is it the very nature of such fragility that makes one easy to break, and the other easy to influence? Or is there something more behind the limits of the mind.