Every word I want to say to you catches in my throat.
no, just wait. its not time yet.
Yet, this time is different.
A slow build up.
A constant greatening pressure.
A slowly quickening heartbeat.
Much unlike before.
Not a tidal wave trying to burst through my body.
Where every word out…
- Robert Frost (via scabpicker)
(Source: words-in-lines, via sallymurphy)