I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKShould you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKFor 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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKSometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
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 SZOSTAKA feeling deliciously bitter lingers on my tongue. It’s sharp relish urges me to keep my mouth shut and my conscience clear. Though how can one act so when one’s veins are stuffed with what’s not said before?
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.
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 SZOSTAKHatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
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 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 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 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 SZOSTAKEven on the darkest days the sun still rises.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKCarrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK