Do you recognize your voice, the one that’s coming from your own mouth, when words are forming on your tongue?
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.
More Zuzanna Szostak Quotes
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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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The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
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Yet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
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I feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
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Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.
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A 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?
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And, somehow that loved and loving girl can love anyone but herself.
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How 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.
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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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From time to time, I would like to cut off all the strings and lines that conclude that ridiculous puppet show they call life.
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Blissful 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.
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Should you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.
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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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Carrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
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So 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?
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