I feel like i'm suffocating. I keep reaching out and then pushing my hands up against my mouth to stop the words from spilling out. I realize just then that if I can't speak it, I'll feel it and i'll show it and ultimately the reason behind being silent is no longer relevant. Why do I want you so damn bad?

Morning Jacket

She carried morning with her. And below her eyes sunk deep were stories and worries and wrapped in her bosom she blossomed love. Love she had never felt but built from her worries, from those stories. And sunk deep below her eyes, she carried morning with her.

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