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)
In a dream I came to know
Of what is above
And what is below
Of creatures dark and ones that glow
And I heard the earth crying out to the sun: “burn them all, rid me of this plague.”
Then I woke.