On the verge of what is there to see, a beautiful landscape of the sea washing away what we’re made off, looking back we drown we fall.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKOn the verge of what is there to see, a beautiful landscape of the sea washing away what we’re made off, looking back we drown we fall.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKHatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKThis feeling in my chest is telling me to stay to do as I should, to be where I should but my mind is telling me to go away.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI can truly see myself in that light, the green iris of my eye like a jungle, full of life. And when snow covers the green, and my skin looses its color I crave that wilderness in my eye.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKWould you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI gave all of my vulnerability away for you, to you exposed the dirt of my soul not understood. Kept on, waiting for hope, in despair.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKFrom time to time, I would like to cut off all the strings and lines that conclude that ridiculous puppet show they call life.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKAnd I try, I so try to fit everywhere, with everyone to be neutral, to be good and with all that, I lose myself. I lose the truest layer of all.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI believed less is what I needed, what I tried to achieve; I thought less is more, better, the minimalistic beauty of life.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKCurled up in a ball slowly shutting down as my body is being devoured by those ugly, fearsome monsters that have lived in my guts ever since I could remember.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKSo grand yet so small, so important yet so irrelevant, so beautiful yet so shallow, must thee live in illusion or does real life leave too much of a confusion?
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKYet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK