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 ripples in my glass of water were my proof,
There are little creatures that I can not see…
There are small things, smaller than me!
But here I stand on my kitchen floor
so much bigger yet feeling so small.
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee