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)
I often forget that I have a choice
I let the radio choose what I listen to
And let the TV feed my brain
I am wasting my freewill, angels must think I am insane.
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee