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)
Born screaming, he did not choose this.
Died screaming, he does not want it to end.
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee