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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKHatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
More Zuzanna Szostak Quotes
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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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Sometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
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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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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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And 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.
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I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
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We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
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And, somehow that loved and loving girl can love anyone but herself.
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Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.
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I believed less is what I needed, what I tried to achieve; I thought less is more, better, the minimalistic beauty of life.
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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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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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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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We have to remember to do small things every single day and minute for sometimes love is simply not enough to fill our cup.
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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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I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.
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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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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 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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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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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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Yet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
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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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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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