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)
As if time stood still
they were too scared to move, to lose the moment
but the clock did not hesitate
they lost it, the moment, with little effort
No chance of going back
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee