Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
The reflection made it clear
the mirror perfectly resembled me
could it be this simple, this easy
to define me?
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee