Do you recognize your voice, the one that’s coming from your own mouth, when words are forming on your tongue?
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKDo you recognize your voice, the one that’s coming from your own mouth, when words are forming on your tongue?
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 SZOSTAKNo matter where we are, what air we breathe or which stars we are under. Your eyes always take me to dream land; that inner child-like peace of mind. That I crave when you’re gone and afar and I only see you when in my sleep.
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 feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
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 SZOSTAKWe laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKBlissful comfort of pain and sorrow ravishes my rationality and drinks up my hope, for even thee whom I romanticize so deeply leaves me in a pool of intrusive thoughts telling me no matter what I say or do even the mirror despises you.
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 SZOSTAKHow is it possible that with one stare I’m in flames and no fire extinguisher shall help me? and so here I stand a tree burning from inside out of love from you.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKEach and every bad seed counts, for even if they don’t survive or grow too beautifully, a bad seed allows you to re-evalutate the others and appreciate them even more.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKAnd when I was looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that beneath these scars lies a woman, that is good that is kind, that I myself aspired to be.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKShould you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.
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 SZOSTAK