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 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.
More Zuzanna Szostak Quotes
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Yet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
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I don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
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Peace is when I am cuddled up in a snug wool blanket with a hot coffee in hand without worry in mind, so I can dream about red sunsets and the scent of warm, sun kissed bodies.
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I 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.
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No 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.
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I cried today and I cried yesterday, Salty tears rushing down. My face fastened breaths, palms in sweat and the unbearable guilt of my being.
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Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.
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The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
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I want you here beside me, to make me feel like the only pearl you’d be looking for in the ocean.
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For the most important type of love is love for oneself and only you can hear all of your beautiful verses that never got to see the light of the day.
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Do you recognize your voice, the one that’s coming from your own mouth, when words are forming on your tongue?
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Each 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.
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When the grass turns brown nobody seems to care. It’s just temporary, they say yet I can feel it will stay and stay.
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Hatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
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Carrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
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