I want you here beside me, to make me feel like the only pearl you’d be looking for in the ocean.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKShould you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.
More Zuzanna Szostak Quotes
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This 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.
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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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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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Everyday I am finding neverland in your touch just a little bit more than the day before.
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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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And 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.
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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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And, somehow that loved and loving girl can love anyone but herself.
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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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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 feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
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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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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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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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